The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

46 – MOOD FOR LOVE (8)

It is raining outside the window. We returned to the house, shuffling like snakes, and carefully climbed up to the second floor. The room on the second floor was soundproofed so as not to interfere with Buñuel’s thesis work, and the door was locked.

We were pushed into the room, red-faced and drunk, and Buñuel turned and locked the door. Since the elves also used locks in the same way as we do, she stuck her butt out to me and slightly bent her waist.

Her graceful curves and curves were reflected on the tight skirt, and her delicate shoulders exuded alluring charm. I couldn’t sit still. I wrapped my hands around her shoulders, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her on the nape of the neck.

“ah… … .”

A pitiful sigh escaped Penuel’s mouth. My hand was gently rubbing her breasts, and Benuel’s hand was unbuttoning. The neatly arranged clothes fell to the floor and fluttered in an instant.

When I touch the bra, the rough surface greets me with an addictive texture. I patted my back lightly to loosen the clasp, and when I dropped her underwear on the floor, there was Penuel, who shyly covered her naked upper body and stared at me defiantly.

“under… … !”

She let out another breath and watched me bury my face in my chest. Her hand gripped my head, pulling it back and pushing it away, as if trying to stop me from approaching unknown pleasure. I grabbed the breast in the rough movement of my hands, like rowing, and slipped my other hand under my skirt, gently rolling the firm nipple with my tongue.

The stockings she wore were made of a soft, thin material that seemed to touch her bare skin. A hand carefully burrowed between her thighs, pushing her cramped legs and reaching for her core.

“Oh… … !”

I bite my lip and close my eyes gently. I brushed her hair once and rubbed her lips against hers again. The tips of my fingers touching my breasts moved as if they were carefully rolling marbles, and as I moved my fingers briskly up and down while gently pressing the flesh over the stockings, the heat rising from my lower belly transferred the heat to my fingers, and a sound of rapid breathing rang out.

“ah… . Sorry… … !”

She made a cute cat-like noise and squeezed her arm as if to push me away. However, he immediately relaxed, grabbed my shoulder, looked at me with a sad face, and exhaled through his mouth. My hands unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down her stockings.

Bare skin and white panties. The panties, which had already felt enough pleasure through caressing, were tempting me by revealing the shape of the cracks. I slipped my hand into her underwear without hesitation, and at the sensation of gently touching the pubic hair and crack, Benuel also began to unfasten my pants.

My hands trembled as I loosened my belt and pulled on my underwear. My body, not accustomed to pleasure, was pulling down my pants clumsily and urgently, as if suffering from an obsession to give me pleasure.

Her eyes widened. He carefully reached out his hand towards my lower body and started shaking it little by little from the tip up and down. In line with the heavy, smooth movements, I also swept her cracks and inserted my fingers.

“ah… ! ah… … !”

We stood facing each other. They were holding each other’s genitals and caressing them. Punuel’s face turned red, and I had to grit my teeth while exhaling heavily.

“Sigh… ! ah… ! Sorry… ! ugh… !”

Penuel’s hand trembled more violently. The smooth up and down movements of her hands moved like a broken doll, bounced in different directions, then let go and touched my chest.

“town… ! Ugh… ! under… ! ah… ! ah… !”

I listened to each moan coming from her mouth and continued to caress her. Her panties got wet and she heard the sound of water dripping on the floor.

Even in the midst of the rain, water was clearly dripping into this quiet room. Buñuel was also sweating from his neck with his head down, and his ears were stained red, watching my hands move.

“Oops… ! ah… ! Ahh… !”

The hand placed on my chest raised its nails and gave it a strong force. A red mark appeared on her muscles, then quickly disappeared, and she twisted with a groan.

“Ouch! Ahh… ! ahhhhh… !”

His legs trembled and he sat down in front of me. My legs were shaking, and my thighs covered with clothes were shiny.

It was raining outside the window, and our figures seemed to be obscured by the heavy downpour and distorted into a shape like a drip of paint.

We were hiding our rapid breathing in the sound of rain.

“Sigh… ! Sigh… !”

Punuel was very excited, and he had a puzzled face. I didn’t want to give her time to rest. After forcing her to stand up again, I sat her down on the desk where she worked. When I pulled down my panties, they were caught in my ankles and flaccid.

There was no banal conversation. Punuel was looking at my penis with a face full of anticipation and excitement, and I was rubbing my lower body in front of her secret body with a firm erection. As I persistently rubbed the pillars up and down the smooth cracks, the liquid spilled out and drenched my body, opening itself up as if wanting to take the next step, trying to swallow me.

I grabbed her thighs and kissed her. If I pushed my tongue in and trampled the inside of my mouth without hesitation, she would jump like a snake and hold me tightly, entangling me as if trying to pull out my tongue. As we closed our eyes and struggled, taking each other’s saliva, my excited body stabbed deep inside her.

“Sigh… !”

It rained. Dark clouds rising from the mountains in the distance were pouring endless rain. We were talking about love, moving our waists hard in the rain, burying the noise.

“Sigh… ! ah… ! ah… ! oops… ! hehehe… !”

It seemed to Buñuel that everything moving now was something he was experiencing for the first time. With one hand on the desk, she stared at the crack in herself accepting my genitals.

Every time a thick object goes in, it opens like it’s going to be torn apart, and every time I pull my waist back, it clings to me as if I won’t let go.

Shocked for the first time that this was the lewdness inside her body, she blinked and let out a moan.

“ah… ! ah… ! this, this… ! Sorry… ! Sigh… !”

As if to say something, Penuel pursed his lips and hugged me. I hugged her tightly and lifted her from the spot.

“hahahaha… !”

If you are a porter, you should be able to lift the heavy load lightly. I lifted her body up like a load and, lifting her back, approached the window. I ran my hand over her bare skin and grabbed her bouncy buttocks with the other hand.

“ah… ! Aww… ! Whew… ! this, this… ! Ha, I’ve never felt… ! ah… ! ugh… ! Whoa… ! ah… !”

Every word whispered in my ear was obscene. Taking Benuel’s body made me even more excited. The thought of not being caught by Millet had long since been eaten away by excitement and flew to the other side. As I approached the window, Benuel put his hand on the window and stuck out his butt to me.

Her ass, which was attractive even when she was wearing clothes, made me even more excited because the white flesh was coveted. Every time I stabbed the waist deeply, the elastic flesh swayed and swayed, wet and clinging to it, then falling off.

Her palms and breath left marks on the window, and I spurred on my movements to let out the pleasure that rose to my head.

“Sigh… ! ah… ! ah… ! Aww… !”

Do not poke deep. Rather, using only the front part, he rocked his waist at a strong and fast speed, and at the tantalizing pleasure that made his body boil, Benuel could not come to his senses and his legs trembled.

“ah… ! uh, don’t do that… … ! more, deeper… ! Please… … ! ah… !”

She begged me actively in a plaintive voice. But I only granted half of that request.

It does not push it deeply, but inserts it halfway, and stabs it very slowly and heavily. As the weight of the penis itself began to scrape against the flesh wall, Benuel put his head against the window sill and screamed more harshly.

“ah… ! ah… ! Aww… ! this, this… ! No, I’ve never felt it… !”

The love she hadn’t realized while giving birth to Millet was now blooming in her body. Unable to overcome my movements, she began to sway her waist and match mine.

My nourishment penetrates deep into her body and runs all over her belly. Each time I hit it all the way, she let out an unelven groan and tightened her hand.

“Ugh… ! ah… !ぅ… ! ah… ! Ahh… !”

I was overcome with pleasure and pushed so hard that I couldn’t even breathe.

As I move my waist, the sound of skin crashing echoes, clear enough to overcome the sound of rain.

“Hick… ! ah… ! Whoa! ah! Kkeuk… ! eww… ! ah… ! Ahh… … !”

Finally reaching her limit, she stood on tiptoe and clung to the window.

Her voluptuous breasts pressed against the window, and I hugged her around the waist, pushing my body as hard as I could. While lightly stroking the firmly erect clitoris, she inserted her genitals with all her might.

“ah… ! aaa!”

An animal-like sound came out of Penuel’s mouth. I wiped away the pouring sweat and looked at the back of Benuel, who was sitting down. White semen dripped from between her legs, and her eyes were watery.

Her face is red, so even her eyes are unable to catch her eyes.

I sat down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder.

It was raining. You may not see us through the window, but we made love here. When the rain stops and the sun rises, no one will know what we’ve been up to.

maybe.