The full name is: when you see sunflowers, you think of the fragrance of the wind, when you see the fragrance of the wind, you think of the black lace stockings, and when you see the black lace stockings, you think of wrestling

Yuka and I talked and laughed for a long time. Basically, she's completely let go of her guard against me. That's a good thing for me. So, when I dragged the topic little by little and passed in the direction of purple, Yuka didn't feel anything wrong.

Because it's a complaint.

Because I'm complaining about purple.

Well, if you compliment another girl in front of one girl, you might be snapped up badly. But what if you're complaining about another girl in front of one girl. And if you complain and say "not like you, how is it", then the girl you talk to will definitely be happy.

Of course, none of this is the point. The focus now is not on Purple's age, nor on Purple's parasols and fans, not on Purple's panties and bras, and not on that side, Ligelu, who is really about to die of exhaustion.

The real reason for saying purple is to continue to extend and lead to Zi's concealment from me. Then, as soon as I use a little trick, I say, "Youxiang, you're definitely not going to be like Purple, how are you?" "If she is difficult to ride a tiger, she will not be able to do it, and tell me all the information she has. Uh-huh, that's a great idea, I'm a genius.

So now, the plan has come to this point --

A pat on the back.

Uh-huh,

A pat on the back.

Praise Yuka-chan for being a cute and beautiful girl, a peerless beauty of the same generation. There is nothing but Kazami Yuka, nothing but Kazami Yuka, nothing but Kazami Yuka.

That's it.

But in fact, this is not a simple compliment.

In normal times, among a group of girls, the charm of Youxiang is also very high, but the style is more or less divided by the girls around who are not inferior. So I don't think it's anything. But now, when two people are alone. I even felt like I couldn't breathe. I'm almost drowning in the charm of Kazami Yuka.

And sitting opposite, Kazami Yuka has a similar feeling. I'm glamorous enough when I see it on a regular basis. The kind of extreme self-confidence, a little childish, and the responsible appearance that can resist when the sky falls, and the slightly immature, very moonlight, with a trace of delicate face, even if you look at it for tens of thousands of years, you won't get tired of it. And now because of the amnesia, I have become sick and weak. So it looks even more moving. Well, that's a bit incorrect to say though. But this kind of appearance does make people feel pity, or the urge to ravage.

So, the two people who were attracted to each other got closer and closer, closer and closer, and then leaned together, held each other's hands, clenched them, and then fell into the sunflower field with a body sideways......

The two sides hugged, kissed, and then naturally took off their clothes, although at first I was still a little sensible, and I wanted to be affectionate and stop being courteous. But I soon found out that things were no longer out of his control. Now the game is dominated by Kazami Yuka, while sipping a strand of her hair, while calmly unbuttoning her own clothes.

That's when I realized—it wasn't that he took advantage of Kazami. Instead, it was the other way around, and Kazami Yuka pushed him down.

"That's, Yuka......"

"Don't speak, Wright, don't speak, close your eyes...... Let's enjoy this moment together. Yuxiang's eyes were pure, and she slightly stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it on her lower lip, and then said so.

"......" After thinking about it for a few seconds, I felt that there was nothing wrong with this, so I finally decided to follow Yuka Kazami's advice and close my eyes. Later, I heard Yuka chuckling, and noticed a hot breath approaching him little by little, and then bit his earlobe. I groaned, who was so nervous.

"Good boy, uh-huh......" Yuka, who was riding on me, leaned down and lay on top of me, then crawled upward, burying my head in her impressive breasts, while her hands drooped, untying and rubbing my pants.

It hurt a little because I was pushing a little harder, so I retracted my hand, pressed my arms with both hands, and rubbed my lower body with my legs in black lace stockings.

The following are omitted......

After that, Wright and Yuka tried to use various other positions. Halfway through, the bug seemed to hear something that shouldn't be heard, although he quickly crouched down and hugged his head, closed his eyes, and covered his ears. But I don't know if it's because Yuka's voice is too penetrating, or because I'm trying too hard. Anyway, in the end, the bug was still shy and wanted to faint. And the lower body parts end up getting wet uncontrollably.

Although it looks a little bit like a boy. But it's actually a girl. Ligraw or something. And it's not like Lumia Kiruno, or any other goblin.

Naturally, Liglaw understands that there is an absolute difference between men and women. At the same time, men and women can make children by doing some kind of unscrupulous work. This Ligrau also knew—but to know was to know. I have never seen it. She didn't know why, she would subconsciously cover her ears and shrink into a ball. I only know that this kind of thing can't be seen, absolutely can't be seen, and it's terrible to see it......

That's it.

However, despite covering her ears and closing her eyes very hard, Yuka's voice is very penetrating and she screams very loudly. So it still leaked through the cracks between the fingers, and let the little bugs listen.

The little bug had never imagined that a woman would make such a shy sound. would do such a blushing thing, would it be ......

In short, in the end, the lower body of the small insect is also uncontrollably wet. It's a pity that I don't have the strength at this time. In addition, my relationship with Ligelu is not very good, and I don't mean to comfort her. So Liglaw could only cry silently while masturbating herself.

For about four hours, I lay in Youxiang's arms after burning out, resting weakly with my eyes closed. And the fragrance that seemed to be alive and dead just now is like a nobody, spitting smoke rings while patting my back and comforting: "Don't worry, I'll be responsible." ”