A week later, the First Army Expeditionary Team and the witches finally arrived at the border town. From the day of departure, the mission took almost half a month, delaying by five days from the expected time.
The main reason is that when the fleet set off on its way home, the fortress agent Pero Hermon sent a messenger to report on the unknown epidemic of Changge Fortress.
Since Roland had already reminded Perro, when the epidemic was discovered, he took quarantine measures as much as possible, closed the entire urban area, and sent a message to the border town as soon as possible.
After receiving the epidemic report, Roland asked Maisie to set off quickly and go east along the Chishui River to find a fleet carrying the First Army soldiers, and asked them to divert the route to Changge Fortress at the fork in the Chishui River, and then return to the town after extinguishing the evil epidemic.
Roland led the remaining members of the First Army and the families of the expedition to welcome their smooth return at the dock. Accompanied by the familiar army march, the soldiers saluted excitedly to the prince, and many people imitated the knight's greeting and kowtowed long live.
After walking off the dock, they hugged each other tightly, and the echo sounded the salute at the right time. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely lively, attracting many onlookers and fugitives.
Back at the castle, Iron Axe gave a complete report on the mission.
You mean, there are witches in the enemy attacking the First Army this time?Roland thought for a moment, and it was unlikely that this was the rat's man.
Tassa also thinks so, and he even thinks that the rats are also assigned by other forces, otherwise these scum would rarely leave the nest.The only church left in the capital is the only one who can drive mice and possess witches.Tie Axe said that even those great nobles could not take out the bargaining chips that would make the local largest black street organization go all out in one go.
However, Tifeko himself is in the Eastern Frontier, and he dares to send the witches out to fight alone. I think the church is more suspicious.Roland thinks of Wendy and Ashes, and it is not surprising that the church has a group of witches that have been secretly cultivated.
Are you sure she is dead?
He was hit in the chest by the nightingale, and his chest was broken.Iron Axe nodded, and we buried her in the wheat field, just where we found the body of the warship soldier.
The team of 300 people encountered a large number of rats on the last day and eventually died and four injured. The only victim died at the hands of the enemy witch.
The four injured were all injured by the enemy who were lucky enough to approach, and the continuous firepower of the revolver rifle ended before the battle entered the hand-to-hand combat stage.
The wounded were also properly bandaged. After returning to the border town, he immediately received treatment from Nanava. Due to Lily's presence, the wound would hardly be infected. As long as the crossbow arrow missed the vital organ, the chance of the wounded soldiers surviving after stopping the bleeding was extremely high.
In general, Roland was very satisfied with the first expeditionary operation of the First Army.
As for being touched and sneaked in, he didn't know much about this. He only knew that he had to set up light and dark whistles to monitor each other, but he would leave it to Iron Axe to figure out how to do it.
Thank you for your hard work. I will hold a medal ceremony tomorrow. It is in the central square of the town. You can inform all members of the First Army.
After the Iron Axe retreated, Roland breathed a long sigh.
It was a good job, he took out a bag of charcoal dried fish from the drawer and put it on the table. If it weren't for you, they would be in danger.
The nightingale showed up and took the dried fish with a smile. She said before she set off that I have everything.
How strong is the opponent?
He is agile and very decisive, and should have been trained for several years.If it weren't for her turning around and trying to resist, I would have entered the fog, maybe I would have been touched by the choking powder she threw out.Nightingale shrugged and told the fight lightly, but he knew it was all in the flash, and I didn't want to kill her... But when I saw her stabbing Wendy's gaze, I realized that there was nothing to stop her except death.
... Roland was silent for a moment. Do you remember what you said to me when you came back from the fort after defeating Tifeco's militia?
Nightingale thought about it, wasn't this your fault?
That's right, he nodded, if she was a witch who was raised by the church since childhood, she would only regard you as traitors and fallen people. Without years of getting along, it would be difficult to get her solidified thinking back on track... At least, you saved Wendy and the others' lives.
Nightingale laughed, are you comforting me?
Uh..., Roland coughed twice, I really think so.
Don't worry, I won't feel sad for the enemy. Although she is a witch, the path she chose is completely different from the future I hope to see, and this is the same on the ship I came back.The nightingale took out a piece of dried fish and stuffed it into her mouth, knocked down the enemy and protected her sisters, I was just doing my duty.
You can think so, Roland said with relief.
It seems that I still underestimated her. I thought she would feel lost and confused about killing the witch with her own hands. I didn’t expect to adjust it in a short time. It seems that Nightingale is approaching maturity, both in mind and belief.
But there is one thing I want to ask you. She hesitated for a moment after swallowing the fish fillet before speaking.
What?
Have you and Anna done anything these days?Even though the nightingale's voice was getting lower and lower, her eyes were still staring at the prince, ...you know what I mean.
Roland almost knocked over the cup in his hand, "Ahem, what do you ask about this?" I've been busy resettling the escaped people these days, and I have very few opportunities to be alone with her.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, you didn't lie.
Of course not, I
Before Roland could say the second half of the sentence, Nightingale suddenly disappeared in front of him. Then he felt a soft lips pressing on his mouth. The touch was fleeting, leaving only a slight salty taste of dried fish. After a long time, he realized what the other party had done.
etc.
As a result, this sentence was not spoken, and two slender fingers sealed his mouth. Although he couldn't see each other, he knew that the Nightingale was by his side.
I know what you want to say... Her whisper came from my ears. I didn't want to change anything, nor did I plan to get in front of Anna. I just hope to stay by your side forever, that's all.Please forgive me for not daring to show my appearance, because now I don’t know what expression I should use to face you.Your Highness, you don’t hate me, do you?
... Roland opened his mouth. It was impossible to say that hating Nightingale was the obstacle in his heart. His mental state came from his cognition over the past twenty years, not just his preferences. At this point, he could not deceive himself.
Since that's the case, she whispered, don't say anything.It's not your fault, I just did what I wanted to do.
……………………
Moreover, this level of reward is not enough.After the nightingale finished speaking, Roland's figure disappeared from the office together.
The office was silent, and there seemed to be no one there. So where were Roland and Nightingale who were originally in this office before?
In fact, they are still in this room and have never left this room.
But in order to avoid being disturbed, they are in a world full of fog, a world that only nightingales can reach. In this world full of fog, there is no fixed concept of the original up and down, front and back, and the colors are only black and white.
Behind Roland's wide seat, Nightingale wore a pure white hooded trench coat and black boots, revealing her white and tender thighs.
At this moment, she was supporting the back of the chair with her hands. The hem of the pure white windbreaker was lifted to her waist, completely exposing her round and round snow-white plump buttocks. Nightingale's lower body was naked.
Behind Nightingale, Roland was rubbing Nightingale's plump buttocks with his rough and powerful hands.
These big hands kept rubbing the round and perky buttocks with their rough buttocks, and the rough big hands formed a sharp contrast with their snow-white buttocks.
Nightingale turned her head and looked at the man behind her with her already rippling eyes, and said in a charming tone: My dear His Highness Roland, aren't you planning to act?
The voice was charming and enchanting. Roland felt a burst of blood, and the sturdyness of his lower body instantly swelled.
He untied his pants and placed his own between Nightingale's buttocks, but instead of inserting it, he kept rubbing against his plump and juicy labia.
The plump labia, which had been muddy, was rubbed and became more wet and full. One stream of vaginal fluid was constantly spit out from the deep center of the flower, part of which dyed the darkness became more and more greasy, and part of which dripped along the snow-white thighs on the foggy ground.
Ah…You are so bad, Your Highness Roland…
Roland ignored Nightingale's words, and continued to rub his labia while he did not dislike Nightingale for having just had a blowjob for him. He bent down and kissed his shiny lips again.
As soon as he kissed him, the Nightingale's fragrant tongue couldn't wait to wrap around Roland's tongue. As the fragrant tongue entered, a large amount of sweet saliva also poured into Roland's mouth. In this way, the Nightingale's saliva was swallowed into his belly, without a drop.
In this way, the two of them went back and forth, not knowing how much each other's saliva was swallowed, and then they separated reluctantly.
As soon as they parted, several silver threads hang down to the ground, pulling out more than one meter of lustful threads, which was enough to show how intense the movement just now was.
As soon as the kissing scene ended, Nightingale began to twist her delicate body. Her delicate body without a trace of fat was like a beautiful snake, seductive and lewd.
Nightingale's buttocks began to actively rub Roland's, and vaginal fluid kept flowing out of the center of the flower, lubricating what was about to enter the body.
At this moment, Roland spread his buttocks hard, and his huge glans pressed against the muddy pussy and began to slowly advance.
As soon as they entered, the soft flesh on both sides of the vagina began to squeeze the uninvited guest, but their resistance was meaningless. Not only did it not work, it aggravated the invader's pleasure.
The soft flesh in the nightingale's vagina seemed to have life, constantly squeezing and rubbing the glans, scraping the urethra and rubbing the glans groove. The intense pleasure made Roland inhale.
Every time he entered the Nightingale's body, he could bring him different pleasures, making him intoxicated by her body every time and come to the appointment again and again.
Well... the pussy is filled... so beautiful...
Roland's roots were immersed in her vagina, and a large amount of vaginal fluid was squeezed out, dyeing the Nightingale's legs a large area.With the thrusting, a layer of white foam gradually formed.
Ah…Ah…being forcefully…
Your Highness... do you...Ah...like...this?Nightingale turned her head and looked back, using her already foggy eyes to look at the man who kept thrusting her pussy behind her, then licked her glossy lips and said: If you don't like it, I won't come next time~
I like it, I definitely like it, and this feeling is very exciting....Ah...I can't stand it, I want to fuck you, the slutty personal bodyguard to death.
Then, Roland seemed to be crazy, and kept going in and out of Nightingale's honey hole. Every time he entered, he used so fierce force. Every time he pulled out, only half of the glans was still in his body, and then he inserted it violently. This irregular and violent thrust quickly allowed Nightingale to enter a brief moment of loss of consciousness.
Nightingale held the back of the chair with both hands, raised her upper body high, and her whole body trembled continuously.Her beautiful face was also slightly distorted, her eyes turned pale, and drops of saliva began to flow out from the corners of her mouth.
It's so intense... the little pussy is about to be fucked...
No...it's really not...it's going to be broken...it's pussy...it's high...it's climax...
Really... it's really going to climax...
Seeing the nightingale's appearance, Roland naturally knew that her climax had arrived, so she thrust harder and thrust harder. The fucking nightingale's body trembled continuously, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out from the depths of her uterus, hitting the huge and red glans.
Roland endured the pleasure of ejaculation and quickly pulled it out of the Nightingale's body.As soon as he pulled it out, Nightingale collapsed into Roland's arms with all her strength.
Roland immediately picked up the nightingale and faced her mahogany table, like a child urinating. Her thighs were spread apart, revealing her pussy that had not yet been completely fucked. Then, Nightingale's body trembled again, and the pussy in her lower body began to be retracted and released regularly. Then a large amount of pussy liquid splashed out like beer after opening a can.
A large amount of vaginal fluid splashed in the air like a scattered flower of a goddess, and then it fell like a drizzle, all scattered on the mahogany table and seats. But strangely, these vaginal fluids seemed to be unable to touch the things in another space at all, and all passed through the mahogany table and seats.
Moreover, such lewd scenes and sounds were isolated from this world and did not appear in the outside world at all.
But this climax alone could not satisfy the Nightingale at all. In just a few minutes, the Nightingale woke up again, and Roland obviously understood this.
When the Nightingale recovered, Roland rotated her body to face herself.
Nightingale wrapped her slender thighs around Roland's waist, and also hugged her arms around his neck. Then she gently raised her buttocks to cooperate with Roland's movements and inserted her body without ejaculation.
Ah……
As soon as it was inserted, Nightingale let out a long moan. Her vagina, which had just ended her orgasm, was stimulated, and the entire vaginal wall began to move again, and a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed out of her body.
Roland held the snow-white buttocks with rough hands, and his lower body began to thrust, as thick as a giant dragon, raging in his vagina, throwing the nightingale into the high clouds again.
However, this time the thrust was not as violent and fierce as before, but was slow and rhythmic and regular.
Ah…well…go…go there…
Nightingale pointed to the recliner in a corner of the office. It was the recliner she usually rested. Just a few days ago, she had a beautiful dream there.
Seeing this, Roland continued to thrust and slowly moved forward, and finally placed the Nightingale on the recliner. During this process, Roland never left the vagina.
Putting the Nightingale behind the recliner, she grabbed her snow-white long legs with her big hands, spread it to the limit, and then began to swing her hips hard, one after another... one after another...
The speed is getting faster and more fierce. Every time I try, I almost use all my strength. The thick ones are gone deepest every time, reaching the heart of the flower...
Ah...Ah...so...so comfortable...the pussy...it's going to be fucked...
Big...fuck... Nightingale feels so comfortable... The sticky vaginal fluid is sprayed out again......
No... I'm going to climax again... Nightingale is dead again...
Ah……
After only a few minutes, the Nightingale let out another loud moan, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from the depths of the flower center, but this time it was blocked and unable to gush out.
Suddenly, Nightingale screamed again, raised her body high, and she was like a bow and arrow of a full moon. It turned out that Roland finally ejaculated his semen in Nightingale's body.
With the injection of a large amount of semen, Nightingale's lower abdomen, without a trace of fat, also bulged slightly, which was enough to see how amazing the amount of semen was this time.
Ha...ha...so...so good...so hot and thick semen...all came in...
Don't... don't pull it out, let the semen stay in my body more, the witch will not get pregnant anyway.
Ha ha……
Roland, who ejaculated with semen, pressed against Nightingale, gasping heavily. Obviously, this violent thrust wasted a lot of energy.
After a while, Roland pulled out that he was already a little weak. As soon as he pulled it out, milky white semen flowed out of his vagina with the vaginal fluid. The turbid vaginal fluid also strangely passed through the lounge chair and landed on the foggy ground, although it slowly disappeared.
After the semen remained bright, Nightingale curled up in Roland's arms and fell asleep.
The main reason is that when the fleet set off on its way home, the fortress agent Pero Hermon sent a messenger to report on the unknown epidemic of Changge Fortress.
Since Roland had already reminded Perro, when the epidemic was discovered, he took quarantine measures as much as possible, closed the entire urban area, and sent a message to the border town as soon as possible.
After receiving the epidemic report, Roland asked Maisie to set off quickly and go east along the Chishui River to find a fleet carrying the First Army soldiers, and asked them to divert the route to Changge Fortress at the fork in the Chishui River, and then return to the town after extinguishing the evil epidemic.
Roland led the remaining members of the First Army and the families of the expedition to welcome their smooth return at the dock. Accompanied by the familiar army march, the soldiers saluted excitedly to the prince, and many people imitated the knight's greeting and kowtowed long live.
After walking off the dock, they hugged each other tightly, and the echo sounded the salute at the right time. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely lively, attracting many onlookers and fugitives.
Back at the castle, Iron Axe gave a complete report on the mission.
You mean, there are witches in the enemy attacking the First Army this time?Roland thought for a moment, and it was unlikely that this was the rat's man.
Tassa also thinks so, and he even thinks that the rats are also assigned by other forces, otherwise these scum would rarely leave the nest.The only church left in the capital is the only one who can drive mice and possess witches.Tie Axe said that even those great nobles could not take out the bargaining chips that would make the local largest black street organization go all out in one go.
However, Tifeko himself is in the Eastern Frontier, and he dares to send the witches out to fight alone. I think the church is more suspicious.Roland thinks of Wendy and Ashes, and it is not surprising that the church has a group of witches that have been secretly cultivated.
Are you sure she is dead?
He was hit in the chest by the nightingale, and his chest was broken.Iron Axe nodded, and we buried her in the wheat field, just where we found the body of the warship soldier.
The team of 300 people encountered a large number of rats on the last day and eventually died and four injured. The only victim died at the hands of the enemy witch.
The four injured were all injured by the enemy who were lucky enough to approach, and the continuous firepower of the revolver rifle ended before the battle entered the hand-to-hand combat stage.
The wounded were also properly bandaged. After returning to the border town, he immediately received treatment from Nanava. Due to Lily's presence, the wound would hardly be infected. As long as the crossbow arrow missed the vital organ, the chance of the wounded soldiers surviving after stopping the bleeding was extremely high.
In general, Roland was very satisfied with the first expeditionary operation of the First Army.
As for being touched and sneaked in, he didn't know much about this. He only knew that he had to set up light and dark whistles to monitor each other, but he would leave it to Iron Axe to figure out how to do it.
Thank you for your hard work. I will hold a medal ceremony tomorrow. It is in the central square of the town. You can inform all members of the First Army.
After the Iron Axe retreated, Roland breathed a long sigh.
It was a good job, he took out a bag of charcoal dried fish from the drawer and put it on the table. If it weren't for you, they would be in danger.
The nightingale showed up and took the dried fish with a smile. She said before she set off that I have everything.
How strong is the opponent?
He is agile and very decisive, and should have been trained for several years.If it weren't for her turning around and trying to resist, I would have entered the fog, maybe I would have been touched by the choking powder she threw out.Nightingale shrugged and told the fight lightly, but he knew it was all in the flash, and I didn't want to kill her... But when I saw her stabbing Wendy's gaze, I realized that there was nothing to stop her except death.
... Roland was silent for a moment. Do you remember what you said to me when you came back from the fort after defeating Tifeco's militia?
Nightingale thought about it, wasn't this your fault?
That's right, he nodded, if she was a witch who was raised by the church since childhood, she would only regard you as traitors and fallen people. Without years of getting along, it would be difficult to get her solidified thinking back on track... At least, you saved Wendy and the others' lives.
Nightingale laughed, are you comforting me?
Uh..., Roland coughed twice, I really think so.
Don't worry, I won't feel sad for the enemy. Although she is a witch, the path she chose is completely different from the future I hope to see, and this is the same on the ship I came back.The nightingale took out a piece of dried fish and stuffed it into her mouth, knocked down the enemy and protected her sisters, I was just doing my duty.
You can think so, Roland said with relief.
It seems that I still underestimated her. I thought she would feel lost and confused about killing the witch with her own hands. I didn’t expect to adjust it in a short time. It seems that Nightingale is approaching maturity, both in mind and belief.
But there is one thing I want to ask you. She hesitated for a moment after swallowing the fish fillet before speaking.
What?
Have you and Anna done anything these days?Even though the nightingale's voice was getting lower and lower, her eyes were still staring at the prince, ...you know what I mean.
Roland almost knocked over the cup in his hand, "Ahem, what do you ask about this?" I've been busy resettling the escaped people these days, and I have very few opportunities to be alone with her.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, you didn't lie.
Of course not, I
Before Roland could say the second half of the sentence, Nightingale suddenly disappeared in front of him. Then he felt a soft lips pressing on his mouth. The touch was fleeting, leaving only a slight salty taste of dried fish. After a long time, he realized what the other party had done.
etc.
As a result, this sentence was not spoken, and two slender fingers sealed his mouth. Although he couldn't see each other, he knew that the Nightingale was by his side.
I know what you want to say... Her whisper came from my ears. I didn't want to change anything, nor did I plan to get in front of Anna. I just hope to stay by your side forever, that's all.Please forgive me for not daring to show my appearance, because now I don’t know what expression I should use to face you.Your Highness, you don’t hate me, do you?
... Roland opened his mouth. It was impossible to say that hating Nightingale was the obstacle in his heart. His mental state came from his cognition over the past twenty years, not just his preferences. At this point, he could not deceive himself.
Since that's the case, she whispered, don't say anything.It's not your fault, I just did what I wanted to do.
……………………
Moreover, this level of reward is not enough.After the nightingale finished speaking, Roland's figure disappeared from the office together.
The office was silent, and there seemed to be no one there. So where were Roland and Nightingale who were originally in this office before?
In fact, they are still in this room and have never left this room.
But in order to avoid being disturbed, they are in a world full of fog, a world that only nightingales can reach. In this world full of fog, there is no fixed concept of the original up and down, front and back, and the colors are only black and white.
Behind Roland's wide seat, Nightingale wore a pure white hooded trench coat and black boots, revealing her white and tender thighs.
At this moment, she was supporting the back of the chair with her hands. The hem of the pure white windbreaker was lifted to her waist, completely exposing her round and round snow-white plump buttocks. Nightingale's lower body was naked.
Behind Nightingale, Roland was rubbing Nightingale's plump buttocks with his rough and powerful hands.
These big hands kept rubbing the round and perky buttocks with their rough buttocks, and the rough big hands formed a sharp contrast with their snow-white buttocks.
Nightingale turned her head and looked at the man behind her with her already rippling eyes, and said in a charming tone: My dear His Highness Roland, aren't you planning to act?
The voice was charming and enchanting. Roland felt a burst of blood, and the sturdyness of his lower body instantly swelled.
He untied his pants and placed his own between Nightingale's buttocks, but instead of inserting it, he kept rubbing against his plump and juicy labia.
The plump labia, which had been muddy, was rubbed and became more wet and full. One stream of vaginal fluid was constantly spit out from the deep center of the flower, part of which dyed the darkness became more and more greasy, and part of which dripped along the snow-white thighs on the foggy ground.
Ah…You are so bad, Your Highness Roland…
Roland ignored Nightingale's words, and continued to rub his labia while he did not dislike Nightingale for having just had a blowjob for him. He bent down and kissed his shiny lips again.
As soon as he kissed him, the Nightingale's fragrant tongue couldn't wait to wrap around Roland's tongue. As the fragrant tongue entered, a large amount of sweet saliva also poured into Roland's mouth. In this way, the Nightingale's saliva was swallowed into his belly, without a drop.
In this way, the two of them went back and forth, not knowing how much each other's saliva was swallowed, and then they separated reluctantly.
As soon as they parted, several silver threads hang down to the ground, pulling out more than one meter of lustful threads, which was enough to show how intense the movement just now was.
As soon as the kissing scene ended, Nightingale began to twist her delicate body. Her delicate body without a trace of fat was like a beautiful snake, seductive and lewd.
Nightingale's buttocks began to actively rub Roland's, and vaginal fluid kept flowing out of the center of the flower, lubricating what was about to enter the body.
At this moment, Roland spread his buttocks hard, and his huge glans pressed against the muddy pussy and began to slowly advance.
As soon as they entered, the soft flesh on both sides of the vagina began to squeeze the uninvited guest, but their resistance was meaningless. Not only did it not work, it aggravated the invader's pleasure.
The soft flesh in the nightingale's vagina seemed to have life, constantly squeezing and rubbing the glans, scraping the urethra and rubbing the glans groove. The intense pleasure made Roland inhale.
Every time he entered the Nightingale's body, he could bring him different pleasures, making him intoxicated by her body every time and come to the appointment again and again.
Well... the pussy is filled... so beautiful...
Roland's roots were immersed in her vagina, and a large amount of vaginal fluid was squeezed out, dyeing the Nightingale's legs a large area.With the thrusting, a layer of white foam gradually formed.
Ah…Ah…being forcefully…
Your Highness... do you...Ah...like...this?Nightingale turned her head and looked back, using her already foggy eyes to look at the man who kept thrusting her pussy behind her, then licked her glossy lips and said: If you don't like it, I won't come next time~
I like it, I definitely like it, and this feeling is very exciting....Ah...I can't stand it, I want to fuck you, the slutty personal bodyguard to death.
Then, Roland seemed to be crazy, and kept going in and out of Nightingale's honey hole. Every time he entered, he used so fierce force. Every time he pulled out, only half of the glans was still in his body, and then he inserted it violently. This irregular and violent thrust quickly allowed Nightingale to enter a brief moment of loss of consciousness.
Nightingale held the back of the chair with both hands, raised her upper body high, and her whole body trembled continuously.Her beautiful face was also slightly distorted, her eyes turned pale, and drops of saliva began to flow out from the corners of her mouth.
It's so intense... the little pussy is about to be fucked...
No...it's really not...it's going to be broken...it's pussy...it's high...it's climax...
Really... it's really going to climax...
Seeing the nightingale's appearance, Roland naturally knew that her climax had arrived, so she thrust harder and thrust harder. The fucking nightingale's body trembled continuously, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out from the depths of her uterus, hitting the huge and red glans.
Roland endured the pleasure of ejaculation and quickly pulled it out of the Nightingale's body.As soon as he pulled it out, Nightingale collapsed into Roland's arms with all her strength.
Roland immediately picked up the nightingale and faced her mahogany table, like a child urinating. Her thighs were spread apart, revealing her pussy that had not yet been completely fucked. Then, Nightingale's body trembled again, and the pussy in her lower body began to be retracted and released regularly. Then a large amount of pussy liquid splashed out like beer after opening a can.
A large amount of vaginal fluid splashed in the air like a scattered flower of a goddess, and then it fell like a drizzle, all scattered on the mahogany table and seats. But strangely, these vaginal fluids seemed to be unable to touch the things in another space at all, and all passed through the mahogany table and seats.
Moreover, such lewd scenes and sounds were isolated from this world and did not appear in the outside world at all.
But this climax alone could not satisfy the Nightingale at all. In just a few minutes, the Nightingale woke up again, and Roland obviously understood this.
When the Nightingale recovered, Roland rotated her body to face herself.
Nightingale wrapped her slender thighs around Roland's waist, and also hugged her arms around his neck. Then she gently raised her buttocks to cooperate with Roland's movements and inserted her body without ejaculation.
Ah……
As soon as it was inserted, Nightingale let out a long moan. Her vagina, which had just ended her orgasm, was stimulated, and the entire vaginal wall began to move again, and a large amount of vaginal fluid flowed out of her body.
Roland held the snow-white buttocks with rough hands, and his lower body began to thrust, as thick as a giant dragon, raging in his vagina, throwing the nightingale into the high clouds again.
However, this time the thrust was not as violent and fierce as before, but was slow and rhythmic and regular.
Ah…well…go…go there…
Nightingale pointed to the recliner in a corner of the office. It was the recliner she usually rested. Just a few days ago, she had a beautiful dream there.
Seeing this, Roland continued to thrust and slowly moved forward, and finally placed the Nightingale on the recliner. During this process, Roland never left the vagina.
Putting the Nightingale behind the recliner, she grabbed her snow-white long legs with her big hands, spread it to the limit, and then began to swing her hips hard, one after another... one after another...
The speed is getting faster and more fierce. Every time I try, I almost use all my strength. The thick ones are gone deepest every time, reaching the heart of the flower...
Ah...Ah...so...so comfortable...the pussy...it's going to be fucked...
Big...fuck... Nightingale feels so comfortable... The sticky vaginal fluid is sprayed out again......
No... I'm going to climax again... Nightingale is dead again...
Ah……
After only a few minutes, the Nightingale let out another loud moan, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from the depths of the flower center, but this time it was blocked and unable to gush out.
Suddenly, Nightingale screamed again, raised her body high, and she was like a bow and arrow of a full moon. It turned out that Roland finally ejaculated his semen in Nightingale's body.
With the injection of a large amount of semen, Nightingale's lower abdomen, without a trace of fat, also bulged slightly, which was enough to see how amazing the amount of semen was this time.
Ha...ha...so...so good...so hot and thick semen...all came in...
Don't... don't pull it out, let the semen stay in my body more, the witch will not get pregnant anyway.
Ha ha……
Roland, who ejaculated with semen, pressed against Nightingale, gasping heavily. Obviously, this violent thrust wasted a lot of energy.
After a while, Roland pulled out that he was already a little weak. As soon as he pulled it out, milky white semen flowed out of his vagina with the vaginal fluid. The turbid vaginal fluid also strangely passed through the lounge chair and landed on the foggy ground, although it slowly disappeared.
After the semen remained bright, Nightingale curled up in Roland's arms and fell asleep.
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