I Became the Wrong Race

98 – Twins (5)

“Tsk, yeah.”

My nose is pressed. Our skin touches so that it feels a little painful, and my front teeth collide with each other, causing a little pain.

It’s clumsy. I felt like I had never been kissed in my life.

I wasn’t in a position to say anything.

“Yes, let’s do more. “More.”

Isla was clinging to me to such an extent that it was safe to say that she coveted me.

He wrapped his arms around her neck, pressed her soft skin beneath the thin clothing, and pressed his lips against hers.

The lips that touched each other were soft, moist, and felt good.

Even though the mucous membrane was barely in contact, there was a feeling of pleasure and excitement that made the blood rush.

It felt different from what she had done with her older sister when she was young.

Is it because it is clearly an honest act of desire? I clung to her, feeling her liberation.

Her hands naturally dug into her clothes her her her her.

Isla pressed her lips against mine again and again, like a bird pecking at a meal, then opened her mouth, and I pushed my tongue into hers, brushing my lips against hers. ﹥

It was an action that seemed like something out of a video I secretly watched with my older sister. Isla shook her head in embarrassment, but closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

That’s how their tongues touched

Even though the extremities should always be moistened with saliva, and I should only feel a soft, moist feel.

I was embarrassed by the resistance I felt in my lower body

Why is this so exciting?

I put my outstretched tongue against my tongue and awkwardly caressed it.

It was such an awkward movement that one would think that sucking on a candy or eating ice cream would be more slick.

It looked like they were pushing their tongues away from each other, and it felt like they were trying to take each other in and become entangled.

Although that did n’t happen, I tasted Isla’s tongue her, which felt slightly unpleasant.

It didn’t taste like anything, probably because I didn’t eat anything.

“Eat and go.”

Perhaps it was because I had thought that way, but Isla said something similar to what I was thinking.

Isla, her face flushed with heavy breathing, flutters her ears and brings her teary face back to me.

I said as I watched her close her eyes and kiss her.

“That’s what I have to say.”

No rebuttal was received. I covered Isla’s lips with hers and mine. He opens and closes her lips, blocking her breath before she can breathe, causing her face to turn red.

Perhaps because her skin was pure white, red suited her well. The feeling of doing something I couldn’t do caused blood to rush to my lower body and made it hard.

I pressed my growing clone onto Isla’s clothes and slowly lowered her hands from her waist to her.

I caressed her slim waist and smooth abdomen without any flab. As I slowly went down, I felt Isla shaking her waist.

However, it does not reject or block it. Rather, he lifts her waist slightly as if wishing. As I felt it, I put my hand inside Isla’s leather pants.

“Uh, yeah…”

For a moment, I had the illusion that it was wet.

The skin that stuck to her hand was cold and soft, and the feeling of it feeling in my hand was great and satisfying.

There was no underwear or anything. What she immediately touched was Isla’s large hips and buttocks.

I slowly opened my eyes as I felt the tail her fluttering and shaking as it wrapped around my wrist

Isla was seen trembling with tears streaming down her eyes.

As soon as I parted her lips, I let out a heavy breath and barely opened my eyes. I made eye contact with her.

A woman with her blue-gray eyes open hazily, her eyes stained red.

Even the way she laid her head on my hand as I wiped her tears from under her her blue-grey pupils with her fingers she was lovely.

In the midst of her cuteness, she made eye contact with me.

“… “Why?”

“I want you to touch me.”

Isla tilted her head, but there was no need to add.

My hand grabbed her wrist and guided her her, and her her eyes her followed her her my wrist her

Isla stiffened, her eyes wide.

I could even hear the sound of her swallowing her.

What was revealed when I pulled down my pants was an item comparable to what I had when I was still living on Earth.

When Isla saw that, her eyes trembled with confusion and faint fear.

“Now.”

Isla held my things without saying a word.

I felt my body her temperature her her. The body temperature of her was hotter than the warm breeze felt by rolling up the blanket.

It wasn’t a very good feeling or anything like that, but something like a subtle joy or pleasure led me.

“What should I do… ?”

“Touch it.”

Isla’s hand moves around my clone. Her her fingers her her her, which are fine and soft but called as a result of training, wiggle and caress me.

I massage her pole and lightly press my thumb against her glans. Even though I was started by her flowing bodily fluids, I grabbed it with my thumb and instinctively brought it to my mouth.

Then, Isla stuck out her tongue and tried to lick my thumb, but then she stopped and looked at me.

Isla closed her eyes and sniffed her thumb, just as she was looking up at me.

“Hot, smelly.”

And she brings her thumb her to her her mouth her her her. The long tongue licks her thumb and the mouth her murmurs.

“What is this?”

“It comes out when I think dirty thoughts.”

“Really?”

Her voice was still wet, but I nodded and massaged her buttocks.

Then Isla looked started and made eye contact with me.

She looked at me with her blue-grey eyes and pulled out her tongue to lick her thumb.

I licked my thumb with my long tongue, drew her gaze down to my other self, and let her tongue crawl gently, licking up even a single drop on my thumb.

Isla said as she withdrew her cleaned thumb

“Something like this?”

Isla took off her clothes after seeing my alter ego cackling.

She faintly and took off her top, trying to hide her sadness with teary eyes.

Underneath the coat she had thrown off, there were big, white breasts that were always said to be more pleasant than the tail of her.

“This kind of thing… ?”

The leather pants I took off were soaked and sticky.

As if to let her know that the sticky buttocks she felt in her hands she was due to love juice, her leather pants sank down, making a heavy sound unique to wet clothes.

Isla’s naked body was blurry yet clear under the pure white moonlight.

Isla, who was moving dreamily, lay down on her bed and started whispering, and I became curious.

“Are you going to do it?”

Is this the first time for Isla to be this lewd?

I soon found out the answer.

*

‘Does Isla have experience?’

It was an idea that suddenly came to her when Lewell Lin first thought of doing it.

It was a thought she had for a moment, but it was also a natural thought.

First of all, it was my first time in Llewelyn.

But she didn’t need to ask, because she could easily confirm it right away.

Isla was also the first.

It was Llewelyn’s first time too, but it didn’t matter anymore.

Hot breath filled the room. As Llewelyn felt his breath his mingling with his own, he looked blankly at what he had done.

It wasn’t enough to call it a tragedy. But it was still pretty brutal.

The bed was wet with sweat.

The wet marks showed the marks where the body overlapped.

In addition to the outline of Llewelyn’s huge body, even the outline of Isla. It was a mark worthy of the expression that they had truly become one.

Llewellyn thought unconsciously.

Until now, I didn’t know why the expression “Becoming one” Was used, but I thought it meant that the lower half of the body was completely combined and the lower half of the body was filled with no gaps, so it was said to be one.

That was about it. Llewellyn felt her stimulate her and her flesh curl around his phallus as she wriggled.

She was reminded of the pleasant breasts that gently filled her hands, the hips that pushed against him every time he pressed his body against hers, and the slim but grippy waist of hers.

After all that happened, Llewelyn realized what she had done.

Llewelyn mated.

This could not be considered human sexual activity. It was extremely rough, and it was the kind of intercourse where people moved in search of mutual pleasure.

Even the slight twitching of the sweat-soaked body that no longer moves proves the intense encounter that has occurred.

He looked at the body blankly.

Isla’s disheveled short hair was wet and shiny with sweat, and her drooping ears moved occasionally when her body twitched.

The swelling and falling of her chest with her heavy breathing made her her breasts stand out, and the sound of her lightly sobbing her as she hugged the pillow stimulated her man’s sexual pleasure.

The thing that caught the eye the most was the spine.

The spine that extends from the base of the wing bones down to the hips.

Llewelyn was disgusted by the clearly visible spine.

The fanned spine itself proved a well-trained body.

The disciplined body was defeated by his alter ego hers. He was completely ruined and sat down without even dreaming of resistance.

As a result, sweat was running down my spine. Drops of sweat mixed with the semen that splattered on top of it, reached her coccyx and soaked in.

To be exact, the tail was moving around a while ago, but is now calmly wrapped around Llewelyn’s wrist.

It’s just a spine, so is it okay to be treated like this?

He rediscovered his fetish and watched his alter ego her gradually become stronger.

The tail was still wrapped around his wrist

It felt like some kind of doctor.

An obsession that shows itself by clinging to it, saying it doesn’t want to end yet, hoping for someone to love it more and erase the pain.

Llewelyn looked at the crack in Isla that was opening and not closing, and then stretched out her hand.

With that, her outstretched hand her gently strokes down her spine. A sound like a cat’s scream is heard. This is the scream of a woman who collapsed from continued stimulation.

Below that, I could see legs spread out on either side and resting limply on the bed. When we try to occupy the gap, it opens up without even resistance.

Llewelyn rubbed the edge of her lower body against the crack, feeling a sense of conquest.

A crackling sound rang out. Semen leaking from the gaping crack stains the already stained penis.

‘Can I continue?’

The doubt I had for a moment quickly disappeared. Suddenly, Isla, while burying her face in her pillow, slightly raised her head and was looking at Llewelyn out of the corner of her eye.

Mouth closed with red-stained eyes, eyes blurred but clearly directed towards Llewelyn.

Llewelyn could not bear to meet those blue-gray eyes. There was no reason not to give in to what she wanted when it was clear.

He placed his weight on Isla’s delicate body.

A feeling of pressure fills Isla’s abdomen following the “Tzu” Sound. Although Isla was delighted with the stimulation she had been expecting, she suppressed the feeling of nausea that rose up at the moment.

Too big. It was natural, since it was a place where she had never put anything in before, but Isla took a deep breath.

Even when she opened her mouth, all she could do was gasp and let out her breath, and she couldn’t say anything. She just held the blanket on her bed as if she was bracing herself against the pleasure that came her way.

It continued soon.

It moves with a squeak. The penis moves inside her. It felt like a hot iron was moving inside her.

At first it only hurt, but I got used to the rough movement and now it feels good.

Rather, it felt so good that it was strange. As she let out a heavy breath, an arm wrapped around her waist and hugged her.

Massage her her breasts her her her. Her her large breasts her twisted into shape in her her hands her her her, past her her areolas and rolling her pink nipples between her fingertips her her her, but she couldn’t even stop them.

The difference in power was evident. Isla’s eyes opened and she looked blankly into space.

Push shot, clear liquid gushing out and the climax coming. The climax that turned her mind pure white and then withdrew, running down her spine.

I curl and spread the tips of her toes, and chew my lips without realizing it as the climax comes one after another.

“I go, stop, stop-“

Some say that doing something over and over again even though you know it is useless is madness. Isla tried to convince him that she still needed rest, but Llewelyn didn’t listen.

Rather, her melted her voice her pleas her, and her honest acceptance her her encouraged Llewelyn.

So Llewelyn was taken down without mercy. She raised her knees and moved her waist back and forth quickly.

A barbaric yet honest movement with almost no technique.

However, it was a movement that felt strongly to Isla, who was a virgin.

“Uh, ah, sssss…” !”

I barely made a sound, then gritted my teeth and moved my legs unconsciously, slamming on the bed, but Llewellyn didn’t move away.

Instead, he pressed down her with his weight her and strength her, and mercilessly pressed his waist her onto Isla’s buttocks her, asking if this was what you wanted.

Consciousness becomes distant. The moment she fades away, I return her to her reality and repeat the press again.

Sigh, clear liquid poured out of the crack, and Isla rolled her body and trembled in intense pleasure, but Llewelyn did not stop.

In reality, this is what Isla wanted.

Filling her with intense pleasure and love to forget the loss of her, even if only for a moment, and at the same time, forcefully press down on her and force her to be happy.

Isla desires her rule her her, and Llewelyn grants her her rule her accordingly.

Tsk tsk, tsk tsk, tsk tsk. There were various sounds that came together.

It was the sound of a large cock randomly stroking a vag*na filled with liquid, and it was a willing embrace of the penis of the man I loved, even though it was soaked with liquid.

It was also the sound of the liquid filling inside not being able to overcome it and being pushed out by the stimulus.

Isla, who had turned bright red even to the nape of her neck her, was panting with her her tail her wrapped around Llewelyn’s waist her her her her.

It was difficult for her to breathe. It wasn’t like this when it was first put in, when our bodies first overlapped, and when our bodies first touched and exchanged a kiss.

Rather, it was closer to Isla leading at that time. Because there is no leisure.

But it quickly turned around. As the climax continued, the semen filling her insides poured to the point where it filled every single fold of her vag*na.

Her tireless stamina and infinite energy she ultimately caught up with the talented hunter.

So it happened like this.

Isla clutched her blanket in her hands and arched her back, panting.

“Stay still.”

Llewellyn commands in a growling sound. Even that bass felt good to Isla. So without realizing it, she gritted her teeth and tried to keep her back still.

It didn’t go well for her, but Llewellyn kindly pushed her down with his body and made her stay still.

The heat rising from her womb spreads throughout her body, turning her hair bright red and blurring her consciousness.

Isla could not even resist, letting out a gasping sound as Llewelyn moved her waist behind her and then pushed her in front of her, sticking out her tongue and drooling.

It was okay to say that she was going crazy.

Even though her posture had changed, it wasn’t until she went away again that she noticed it.

Before I knew it, Isla was holding her butt high and both her wrists she were being used as tools.

A vulgar moan flowed from her mouth, and when she noticed it and tried to suppress it, tears streamed down her face.

She thought her uterus would be bruised from the merciless beating.

The only thing she was kind about was the semen that poured out as if it were medicine.

Semen? Isla dropped her face into the pillow and gasped as the warmth filled her in her clouded consciousness.

She had another ejaculation. She was full, gurgling and leaking out of her vag*na.

As the waist moved, the white pillar dripped semen onto the bed.

The words came out regardless of her will.

I feel like I’m dying, I feel good, I like it.

Llewelyn silently listened to the mixed words.

Her outstretched hand turned her over.

So she looked at the ceiling. I looked at Llewelyn’s face

The gray eyes her her she were hot with heat. When Isla saw those eyes, she opened her arms without realizing it.

As I hugged her, my heart felt warm.

And whispering words.

“This is the last time.”

Words that sound like admonishment. Isla answered without realizing it.

Ugh, as if reciprocating her her hand her her gently stroking the back of her head, she lightly bit Llewelyn’s shoulder her with her open mouth.

Then, the penis, which had been twitching inside due to the pain, immediately started moving again.

Isla wrapped her legs around Llewelyn’s waist in her distant pleasure and fading consciousness.

His eyes blur and come back again and again as he gently presses the inside of her. Every time she makes a pounding movement with her weight, a flood of vag*nal juice spurts out, and her jaw tightens as she bites her shoulder.

A faint pain, more than a stinging sensation, spread across her shoulder, but Llewelyn still felt the sensation of ejaculation slowly coming.

Pleasure filled her roots and surged all the way to the tip of her head. The sun slowly rose above Llewelyn’s head, and Llewelyn felt the sun’s warm light on her back, reaching deep inside her.

When she heard those words, she let out everything she had been holding back.

Her her testicles her her her contract her and spit out whatever is inside her. The sticky, diluted semen that gulps out fills Isla’s insides and spills onto her bed, where she eventually loses consciousness and lies down.

As Isla’s limp limbs flopped down on her bed, Llewellyn pulled out her shrunken penis and gasped.

Under the falling sunlight, Isla lost consciousness, unable to lift a finger.

“… After, success.”

And those were the words Isla heard before she lost consciousness.

The woman, with her eyes open and her head tilted, could not finish saying that she had not wanted to do this.

Sympathy, which has infinite stamina, does not know the human heart.

Isla fainted, having learned her valuable lesson.