Sacred Chevalier

My name is Claire Jilfeed. I am entrusted with the infirmary of the Royal Knights College. Due to the nature of its classes, Knights College really keeps getting injured. I also used to be a Saint Knight (Paladin), using healing magic to support soldiers on the front lines. It was me who broke up with my husband and was no longer able to exert the power of the Holy Knight, but even when I couldn't use healing magic on the front line, I was making allowance for wounded soldiers, etc. From that experience, if it's most injuries, I know how to treat them. Being single, I go back to my alma mater and work like this.

And even today, one injured man came. Just now, I'll treat you.

"Huh? Are you saying it's swollen, Soko?

That's what you told me, and I'm in trouble. That's not to say it's swollen. Huh? Because of my chest? That's so unsolicited...... but I kind of know how it feels. There were a few guys who had been speaking to me when I was single, but they were all looking at my breasts. I just stick it out big and my shoulders are stiff. My lords really like your breasts.

"And you just do it by hand, right?

You told me, and I had no choice but to make you crazy with my hands. Oh, wow. Just touch it from the top of your pants and it gets so hard...

I know that just holding it cuddly from the top of my pants is not fruitful. I had no choice but to put your pants down.

"Ah... so much..."

Your sole is much bigger and fatter than her husband's and pulses freaked out like a creature. When I smelled the sexual smell of a stallion released by you, I got unwittingly hot. Ever since I broke up with my husband, I have never accepted your Highness. Oh... that's really awesome.

"Now, is that okay?

As I turned my back, I grabbed you with my left hand and started treating you. Unexpectedly, the sigh leaks. It's so hot, so successful... clear juice seeps from the tip, it's getting wet to my hands. The smell became stronger when I treated it with Kushkush. But you say this isn't a good idea. I can't believe it's with my mouth... but it sure would be hard to stay so stiff... and yes, just once.

"Ah, I've never even done it to my husband..."

Hot, hard stuff is trembling like it's early and early. I knelt between your crotches and gripped a hard sole. Looking up, you are happily looking down at me. Staring at each other, I got my tongue out. The sticking out cali part has white stuff creeping up. Huh? You haven't even had a water bath in three days? So much for the smell of a stallion... you're licking the sole now, aren't you?

That made my lower abdomen hurt so hot.

"Nhhhhh..."

Start by licking the white stuff that's creeping into the cali area with your tongue. As I crawled my tongue throughout and licked the slightly soggy and bitter sole, I tasted and drank it with couture in my mouth. Then sip the clear juice on the tip and slowly start licking the rod. I have never done this to my husband, but I know how to please his lord by serving with his mouth. But this is the first time I've practiced it. Then you've complimented me as I stroked my head.

(hey do... don't praise me! My mouth is not meant to please you.)

Though I think so, my movements get bolder. Roll the ball bag in your mouth that emits a musty smell and slowly lick it as you stare at you. And from the tip to the bottom, sucking it up all at once, you moaned comfortably. Suck it up to the tip, let go of the tupon, and then again. Keep your head moving up and down as you scratch up your dripping hair with your left hand. Your smell is getting stronger. I'm sure you're starting to get ready for the white drool thing to blow up.

But you don't end up easy. As they say, I let go of my mouth again and start licking your tip. Then you've ordered me to say something.

No! I can't say that. But, but you're definitely right. If you mouth that, I may never be able to go back. But... Ah, you, forgive me...

"You are bigger, fatter, stiffer than my husband's stuff... You are better, more successful, nicer than my husband's stuff..."

Oh, I said it. But I mean it. My uterus wants Koch more than my husband's stuff. I'm sure my lower body is embarrassingly wet right now. So I mean it.

"From my husband's stuff... I want your stuff..."

I was grabbed in the head and made to scratch your stuff. I do that myself, hopefully. Keep your head up and down hard, scorch that moment. Wait. The rod is freaking out. Soon, the cottering, drooling white thing will get my mouth dirty, won't it? Grabbing his head and forcing him up and down, you say. My mouth says it's a tool for you to ejaculate...

(That's right! My mouth is a tool for you to put out! So get it out of my head! It's not my husband's, it's your child, it's my mouth!

The dokun rod trembles and the hot lava spreads in your mouth. It's too thick and massive to compare to my husband. I took it with my mouth, cocoon and throat. But it doesn't fit very well. It overflowed from the potato and mouth end. Move your throat twice, three times, and you can finally take it. But you ordered me not to drink there. I want you to take your mouth off and point your face at me, and show me your mouth.

"Hi-ha, hi-ha..."

I put my face up as I was told and opened my mouth to you. White drool, overflowing in the mouth. You stirred it with your tongue and ordered it to taste until you said yes. That's the mission of ejaculation tools.

I taste cloudy with my tongue, as they say. It has salt air and a thick sexual odor. Tappy dozens of seconds, would you have done that? With your permission, I finally drank up.

But when you look at it, you're not shriveled. He seems to want to ejaculate further, keeping his head up successfully.

(Oh... I want...)

I was unconsciously rubbing my thighs together and waving my hips.