被男人吃奶很爽的毛片

Upstairs on the green tower, Wolfe and Marcella sat on the couch facing each other.

The sun from the window is just a little pale. Soon the reds of dusk will be coming in.

"This is how Darya and I talk, and the earth is this way, so it\'s harder to talk politely"

"Okay, so don\'t hesitate. Tell me then if you are disturbed. Oh, how to call it? Master Wolframe, or Master Wolfe?

"Do you mind if we put each other," Mr. "? Thank you. I don\'t feel comfortable when it comes to towers."

"Bye, Mr. Wolfe."

The green tower is your house or you want to make fun of it so much, Marcella replied.

Today, myself, with my wife Irma, was visiting Darya\'s house. Because the four of us had just the right plans, so we decided to have dinner together.

Darya and Irma are now cooking in the kitchen.

When we said we were going to help ourselves, we said with a smile to our wife, \'I\'ll take care of everything after\'. I don\'t trust my cooking skills, so I can\'t help it.

As I gazed at Wolfe as we chatted, I felt strange discomfort.

"Something about those glasses makes me feel so relieved... can you take them for once?

"... oh"

The man in front of him stopped moving for a moment, but immediately let him take off his glasses.

Moments, Marcella loses her words.

The eyes that look at this one are not gentle greens, but shining gold. The seemingly adult atmosphere until just now disappeared, and even the man appeared just in love with the beauty.

Perhaps the glasses are the magic guide to disguise. Convinced by Wolfe\'s worried expression.

"... don\'t struggle with that. There is a magic guide. You don\'t like it, do you?

"I don\'t want it."

I don\'t have a word of denial, but I tell a man who genuinely hates me.

"I know, but if you\'re a man, that\'s what you want to worry about once."

"Mr. Marcella, behind..."

Immediately after Wolfe\'s reluctant voice, something stuck on his back.

"I\'d love to hear more about the \'I\'d like to try that\' thing."

"No, it\'s a common story. I\'m not so proud of you."

Apparently, my dear wife was coming from behind at some point.

I gave it a little bit of a low ear voice, but I decided not to show it to my face.

"Nice to meet you, Master Scalfalotto. My name is Irma Nuvolari, Marcella\'s wife."

Away from his back, Irma bowed her head to Wolfe.

"Welcome, nice to meet you. I\'m good for Wolfe. And I want you to talk easy. I was just talking to Mr. Marcella like that."

"Really? Wouldn\'t that be disrespectful?

"Oh."

Irma\'s red tea eyes stare at the man. Like checking, Wolfe was half fit.

"Golden eyes are hard to see, but they\'re beautiful"

Irma said softly.

That gaze was just an intriguing look at the color of Wolfe\'s eyes, not like admiration or desire.

"Thanks"

Wolfe returned a badly relieved voice, so I feel sorry for her.

"Is that what you need to be vigilant about when you get there? Really, that\'s a lot..."

"Sorry for being over-conscious..."

Marcella shakes her neck to the side to the man who makes the one look bad.

"It\'s nothing excessive, we need to defend ourselves when we get there. Nobles must be particularly troublesome."

I am a common man, but I hear a little about nobility.

If it looks good, it is easy for the clan to use something, or an unintentional fringe comes down. Probably the same for men and women.

With all this face, Wolfe seems to be having a lot of trouble too.

"Mr. Marcella, are you in or out of the aristocracy somewhere?

"I\'m the transporter, so I\'m going to deliver it. And then I hear about a woman with a nice face struggling with a nobleman..."

Blur the end of the story, cut the story. No one followed me there.

"I\'m sure Mr. Wolfe is pretty, but he\'s a \'normal person\' to me."

"Oh, don\'t be offended. Do it. He\'s just too fixated on his taste."

When I told him to put it over Irma\'s words, Wolfe looked at this one wonderfully.

"To me, \'Cool Man\' has lived to this day, and it\'s just Marcella, right?"

A lightly said Irma, but utterly natural.

Whether he has a bad taste or a strange feeling, Irma doesn\'t seem to be attracted to a man other than himself.

Even if the hairdresser has a pattern of work, both men and women look at hair, eye color, skin, etc., that\'s all.

It\'s a strange thing because I met myself and turned away my feverish gaze early on, and that\'s what\'s still going on.

But to be clear so far, I can shine a little light on the boulder.

"Huh, you see, the power of love!

"... I\'m so proud of you"

It was dropped with a puffy, smudgy voice, and the lights disappeared all at once.

The man narrows his golden eyes and laughs at the scabbard.

There\'s supposed to be Dahlia, but I don\'t see why she gives such a look.

"Uh, what, with that face, have you ever had ten or twenty lovers?

"Marcella, isn\'t the digit a little strange?

"So, a hundred or two?

"Not a single one."

"Are you a real romantic newbie...... then how about Darya?

"Darya is my friend. It\'s a waste to me..."

There\'s no joke in the words I slapped. Marcella couldn\'t choose the words to use without including some confusion and giving up.

"What a waste, it\'s a lot of dialogue to take..."

Blush, whisper with the sound your wife can hear just for herself.

With a slight nod, he recaptured the golden-eyed man in his sight.

Ever since I first met this man, it\'s been a pleasure.

Not that long since Darya\'s engagement was broken. I don\'t want to see my friend go on and get hurt.

If you can, a little more, I just want to know what\'s in this guy.

"Mr. Wolfe, are the knights of the Demon Crusade Squad, after all, pretty strong?

"I guess not."

"Then why don\'t you join hands with me for today\'s commemoration?"

"Builder?

"Oh, now, just go down to the garden for a little while"

"I don\'t mind..."

Wolfe, speaking with a slightly troubled face, is obviously unwilling to ride.

Marcella stood up momentously, pretending not to notice it.

"Well, I\'m just gonna go for a little while"

"That, what about Wolfe and Mr. Marcella?

Darya, who brought a plate from the kitchen, asks Irma.

Not a loose gray piece until last year, but a neatly designed, water-colored piece.

I was very praised by Irma. Plus, I\'m layering a white apron.

"It\'s a little bit in the garden, he said, and I\'m going to put it together. I\'ll be right back."

"Why, I don\'t know what to do...?

"Man to man. When I went out for a drink, Tobias and I were doing it."

"I never heard of you."

Tobias wouldn\'t have been good at it if he wasn\'t in the mood to join hands. In the first place, there are too many physical differences with Marcella.

I don\'t understand why you wanted to do that.

"Didn\'t you tell Darya? Tobias, they said it was ten seconds."

"Ten seconds, what?

"Ten seconds till I put it on my back. A pair of hands, if you put it on your back, is not one. Well, Tobias was a magician, and his body wasn\'t capitalized."

"Oh, but Wolfe..."

Wolfe is a member of the active Demon Crusade Unit. What we usually fight for is demons, not people.

Honestly, no matter how strong the organizers are, I don\'t think Marcella can win.

"By the way, Marcella, you haven\'t been on my back since you met me."

"But Wolf is a knight in the Demon Crusade Squad. Because it\'s usually as good as fighting demons..."

It\'s an extra Irma, but Dahlia worries me more.

If Marcella were injured, would it be awkward?

"Well, that\'s pretty good, isn\'t it? Ask me which one was stronger later. Cooking, cooking. We have to finish it by the time you two get back."

Irma laughs in a good mood and puts her hand on Darya\'s shoulder. The gold engagement bracelet there, the colored stone glistened.

"I don\'t think our Marcella will lose."