Witch Monastery

For a moment, water splashed all over Willow's lower body.

At the same time, Hawthorne, who was lying on his side on the bed, began to move his waist again, slowly moving in and out of Heidi's wet and slippery garden passage.

"Woo...Woo..."

With Willow's nipple still in her mouth, Heidi's moans seemed a little muffled. She whimpered, and every time the thick weapon was pulled out, her tight garden with pink flesh turned inside out, and every time he went all the way in, scraping every inch of her flesh, she was so happy that her scalp almost numbed.

She twisted her waist slowly, but lying on her side was a little inconvenient. She unconsciously lifted her thighs and spread her legs wider to make it easier for Hawthorne to move in and out of her body more smoothly.

Die was very keenly aware of her needs, so she stretched out one arm, lifted Willow's plump thighs, helped her lift her thighs higher, and finally put them on Willow's shoulders to give her a fulcrum for leverage.

Willow still stood straight, and it was not hard for her to carry Heidi on her shoulders. This allowed Heidi to relax and use all her consciousness to enjoy the love with Hawthorne!

"Woo...Woo..."

She moaned and her soft body was hit by waves of flesh. Her towering breasts swayed back and forth with the movement of her body, as if she was completely immersed in it.

Hot beads of sweat appeared on her forehead one after another, announcing that the pleasure had accumulated in her body to an astonishing extent.

Hawthorne's impact speed was still increasing. The crisp collision sounds became one after another, and the crackling sound of flesh colliding echoed in the room. Just listening to it was unbearable!

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Heidi spit out Willow's nipple, ignoring the pink bud stained with her saliva and a little milk slapping against her cheek. She opened her mouth and let out an extremely charming moan: "Ah-ah-ah!"

The voice was so charming and loud that it could almost break through the wall and reach far away. Above, Celine quickly separated her lips from Willow's, lowered her head, and forcefully kissed Heidi's little mouth.

Thus, her boundless joy was blocked, leaving the desire to continue to accumulate in her body.

Hawthorne pinched Heidi's nipples and rubbed them back and forth, letting the tingling sensation flow through her nerves and into her mind. Under multiple stimulations, Heidi's soft body suddenly tensed up and trembled, and her core area began to shiver. The garden passage that had already been stretched to its limit contracted vigorously and sucked hard, as if to completely suck him dry!

But this intense reaction only lasted for a few seconds, and then a stream of heat flowed out from her secret garden. With the help of her sisters, Heidi had reached the first peak of pleasure tonight.

Hawthorne stopped thrusting, and then slowly pulled the weapon out of her garden. The milky, clear, hot liquid slowly flowed through her lower body as he pulled it out, and in the blink of an eye, it wet the bed sheet, forming a water stain.

Heidi parted lips with Celine, her eyes blurred, her breath weak, and she had little energy left. However, Hawthorne's weapon still held its head high, and he had not yet vented his desire.

Die was not polite at all. She reached out and pushed Hawthorne's body flat on the bed. Then she lifted up her nun's uniform and sat on it.

Before Willow came over, she was sucking Heidi's nipples while teasing her body. She had already taken off her panties and thrown them away. She looked serious and formal just now, but she was actually completely naked underneath.

There was no other way. After all, she was already flooded. If she wore that panty, her entire dress would probably be completely soaked.

Seeing Heidi's happy look, she became even more eager. Her body was itching and she wished that the emptiness could be filled immediately.

Now the Deep Sea Witch is over,

Naturally, she wanted to be the first to enjoy this pleasure.

Chapter 607 The Night of the Quadruple Flight (Part )

Hawthorne also released his arms from holding Heidi, lay down on the bed, and watched Heidi lift up the dark, heavy, formal and serious nun's uniform, revealing the neatly built, pink, delicate and watery narrow garden entrance underneath in front of him.

The pale pink vertical lips slowly kissed the top of his huge and ferocious head. With the moisture of Heidi's body, it no longer needed more lubrication. Die held his weapon with one hand, and pressed her honey lips with the index and middle fingers of the other hand, forcibly separating them, and then took the top of Hawthorne's weapon into her mouth, and then slowly sat down -

"Uh-huh……"

Her brows, which were as slender and dark as willow leaves, were slightly wrinkled. That thing was really too huge. Every time it penetrated one point, it would stretch the compact soft flesh on both sides of the passage in her lower body to a great extent.

After all, during this period of time, after Hawthorne improved his attributes, he has been exercising, and his height and weight have increased. Every part of his body is developing rapidly, growing stronger and bigger, which makes the nuns feel more and more pressured.

But this is not impossible to adapt to, after all, witches are filled with magic power and their bodies are far superior to ordinary people. And after adapting, the stimulation it brings will make them love and indulge in it even more.

"Ah...ah——!"

She gasped for breath, and beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead like Heidi. She had only swallowed half of his weapon, but it was as if she had reached her limit and could not go down any further.

This is normal, after all, her body is not as tall as Celine and Tribis, nor as plump and elastic as Heidi and Willow. Her slender and well-proportioned figure gives her a cool and unworldly bookish temperament, but it also makes her look a little tired at this time.

But Hawthorne knew that this level was far from the witch's limit.

Admiring Die's tongue that had to be spit out when she gasped, Hawthorne had the idea of ​​"helping her". Then, he stretched out his hands, moved up along her delicate thighs, hugged her small waist, and then began to exert force with his waist, thrusting upward into her -

"Ah-ah-!"

A stronger stimulation hit her nerves, and Die couldn't help but scream softly and charmingly. When Huosang suddenly exerted force and pushed the weapon into the bottom of her body, she could no longer bear it and let out a loud moan.

At this moment, the skin of Hawthorne's waist was pressed against her thighs, and his entire weapon had completely penetrated her flesh.

"Ah...ah..."

Die was breathing heavily, her eyes were blurry, she had a silly smile on her face, and a drop of saliva unconsciously flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Hawthorne held her waist and put her body and his hips back in place so that he could lie comfortably on the bed and enjoy her service.

Without waiting any longer, Die placed her small hands on Hawthorne's chest, then stood up slightly, swaying her waist back and forth skillfully.

After nearly a year of observation and practice, she had already mastered all the techniques required for the woman on top position. At this moment, she moved with ease, sucking his weapon, which made Hawthorne feel extremely satisfied.

Heidi lay down again, changing her position, but still turning her head, smiling weakly but contentedly, watching Die's movements.

Celine was still wearing her nun's robe, but she unbuttoned her clothes from the front, bent over, and let her almost exaggeratedly full breasts hang down, covering Hawthorne's face and blocking his view.

He couldn't see clearly what was around him, and all his senses and attention were focused entirely on Die's service.

Undoubtedly, this magnified the pleasure, causing Hawthorne to focus more on the service his lower body was enjoying. His heartbeat became faster and faster, his nerves tense, and he was almost on the verge of exploding.

He reached his hands inside Sister Butterfly's robe and continued to explore upwards along her delicate body. Soon he touched her small breasts, which were so small that they could be held in one hand, and held them tightly.

Frankly speaking, Butterfly's size is not small. In human society, she is above average, and she ranks third among the seven witches in the monastery.

But unfortunately, the people in this room at the moment, whether it is Heidi, Celine or Willow who can secrete milk for life, are all exaggeratedly large in size. They are among the top humanoid creatures and are far beyond her reach.

However, it is not impossible to make it a little smaller, and it will be more interesting to play with it. At least this is the size that Hawthorne can fully control. Then he can knead it into various shapes and tease and play with it to his heart's content.

This also distracts my attention so that I don't surrender so quickly.

"Um……"

The breasts were touched so lewdly that Die began to moan in her throat. But she did not stop, her small but perky buttocks were still swaying back and forth regularly, using her compact body to please him.

She gradually began to speed up, hoping to make Hawthorne explode in her body in this position. However, the result of doing so was that the speed at which pleasure accumulated in her body was far from the same level as before!

Her delicate body began to tremble, and her breathing became heavy and rapid, all of which indicated that she might reach her climax before Hawthorne!

On the side, the naked Willow also came over, hugged Die's upper body, and then kissed her lips.

Butterfly closed her eyes and turned her head

, sticking out her tongue, kissing Willow. All the sensitive points on her body were being stimulated, she felt her brain was a little numb, and her body was rapidly approaching the edge of explosion!

"what……"

As time passed, Hawthorne could not help but gasp, his tone full of enjoyment. After such a long, multiple and intense stimulation, he was about to reach the limit of his endurance.

He could no longer restrain himself, his hands left Die's breasts, hugged Xilin who was washing his face with her milk, and pressed down hard——

The soft breast flesh covered his mouth and nose, and he could hardly breathe for a moment. However, the delicate touch stimulated his nerves, and he finally couldn't help but burst out -

"what--!"

Die reached her limit almost a second after him. Her slender and well-proportioned body trembled, and she swayed back and forth twice like a spasm. A hot stream slowly flowed out through her secret garden. She had completely vented her desire.

Her body fell backwards weakly, and Willow hurriedly supported her, allowing her to slowly lean back and lie on the bed.

As Die fell down, the hideous and huge weapon was slowly pulled out of her body. The root was covered with obscene white mucus, and it was impossible to tell who had released it.

When the head finally came out, the weapon swung upwards suddenly, as if bouncing, splashing some honey, announcing that its owner still had plenty of physical strength and a strong desire.

After placing Die, Willow did not hesitate at all. She opened her mouth, leaned down, and took the huge thing that was still hard after venting into her mouth. She licked it carefully with her tongue, tasting the obscene liquid on it.

She had already discovered that each nun had a different taste. She didn't know that they were essentially witches, she simply mistakenly believed that the taste of these juices was supposed to be like that.

Chapter 608 The Night of the Quadruple Flight (Part )

"Um……"

Coming back to his senses from the pleasure after the catharsis, Hawthorne pushed away Celine who was blocking his mouth and nose, and looked relaxed and satisfied at Willow who was using her mouth to help him revive himself.

Looking at it from this angle, this goat man is really beautiful, with beige hair and plump breasts hanging naturally, and snow-white skin that is plump and firm, with almost no trace of fat. It can be said to be a perfect work of nature.

Considering that she was originally a druid, it seems that this is indeed a gift from nature.

He admired Willow's beauty, enjoyed her little tongue which was still clumsy but serious and diligent in serving her, and slowly recovered his strength.

At this moment, outside the door, there was another person who had used natural magic to open a crack in the wooden door and was staring at all this in a daze.

It's Adele.

She didn't go to bed at all. As smart as she was, she had already realized the truth of the night and knew what kind of date her mother was going to go on.

She acquiesced to all this, but she was still worried and couldn't imagine how the person she loved most would be treated - so she couldn't control herself and came to watch it for herself, and the more she watched, the more painful it made her.

From her perspective, Willow was actively raising her plump buttocks, exposing her moist pink garden completely to her sight, just to lower her head and lick Hawthorne's sinful thing.

This obscene scene made Adele blush, and when she thought that the person who did this was Willow, her heart bled.

My mother was actually willing to do this just to serve that man...

She thought painfully, not wanting to continue watching, but also worried about how far her mother would be fucked. Two tangled emotions intertwined, so she could only watch, watching Willow spit out Hawthorne's hideous and terrifying weapon, then climb onto the bed, imitate the butterfly posture, aim at the entrance, sit down gently, raise her head and let out a groan -

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind. Adele was startled and turned around quickly, spreading her arms and using her back to cover the gap behind her. She looked at the short girl hiding in the darkness in front of her with a dreadful look.

Dark elf, Hanny.

"Nothing, I just happened to pass by." Adele said in a panic, her face flushed with shame, "Why haven't you rested yet? Go back to bed, it's getting late, staying up late is bad for your skin..."

She mumbled a lot, but it only had the opposite effect. Hanni's eyes were filled with more doubts. She walked around, stood on tiptoes, and peeked inside: "What were you looking at just now? Let me see..."

Adele rushed to block it, but at this moment, Hanni's movements were unexpectedly agile. She dodged past Adele's obstruction, leaned over the gap opened by the former, and took a look inside.

Adele quickly recited a spell and cast a spell to block the gap in the door. However, in a quick glance, Hanni had already seen the erotic and extremely lewd love scene inside.

In an instant, Hanni's dark face turned red.

But then, she put on a funny expression and glanced at Adele: "So you like watching this, eh, you are such a shameless lecherous slut."

Adele immediately glared at her: "What did you say?!"

"Yes." Facing her gaze, Hannie showed no fear. "You stayed up late at night and came to spy on Father Hawthorne and the nuns making love. If you're not a pervert, who is it? Me? Or Kasha? Kasha fell asleep a long time ago!"

As she spoke, her face became redder and redder, but she also became more and more proud: "Are you also craving it now? Oh, you don't have to deny it, I understand. After all, Father Hawthorne is handsome and strong, and I am actually greedy too..."

Adele glared at her and shouted angrily but had to lower her voice: "Don't confuse me with you! I'm spying on him for other reasons!"

Hanni was stunned for a moment, then realized that she was not lying, and then tilted her head: "Really? Wait, let me take another look, is the woman riding on Father Hawthorne just now..."

Adele reached out like crazy and pushed her away: "Don't look!"

This sound immediately confirmed Hanni's judgment: "Oh, it's really Mrs. Willow!"

As she spoke, she looked at Adele with a hint of amusement in her eyes: "Don't you want your mother to have sex with Father Hawthorne?"

Adele pressed Hanni against the wall, put her hands on her shoulders, and glared at her with wide eyes. Her emotions were almost out of control after her thoughts were exposed. Bloodshot and even tears began to appear in her eyes: "Yes, so what?!"

"Can you understand the relationship between me and my mother? If it were you, seeing this happening to the person you love the most, would you be able to accept it?!"

She questioned, staring into Hanni's eyes with an angry and aggrieved look.

However, she forgot that the person in front of her was a dark elf.

"What's the big deal?" Hanni said matter-of-factly. "Doesn't your mother enjoy it? What? Do you think this is torture?"

As she said this, she showed a funny expression and continued, "If you really think this is a torture and you are so worried about your mother, then you can suffer for her! According to your customs, you are an adult, so you can do this kind of thing, right?"

"His physical strength is limited. If you take two more shots, your mother will be hit two less times!"

There was a bewitching tone in her words, but what she said almost shattered Adele's three views: "Even if he really did something excessive as you worried, you could also call a timeout on the spot and stop him, right?"

"Think about it carefully. Isn't this much more convenient than peeking here? And your secret will be discovered by an outsider like me. How unsafe!"

Hanni said this, pushed away Adele's hands that were pressing on her shoulders, turned around and prepared to leave: "I'm not interested in what's going on in there. I'm sleepy, so I'm going back to sleep first!"

After saying that, he walked away with a smile, leaving Adele standing there blankly, looking at a loss.

Actually... is it possible to be like this?

No, this is not right...

She covered her head, her heart pounding like thunder. However, her mind had already begun to form the image of herself being pressed down by Hawthorne and outputting madly, and she couldn't get rid of it...

"Um……"

Suddenly, a familiar moaning sound was heard, accompanied by a familiar crisp collision sound, which together brought Adele's soul back.

The soundproofing ability of this ship is really not that good. Even if you don't see it with your own eyes, you can roughly guess what the situation is like in the room.

Without time to think about Hanni's outrageous suggestion, Adele hurried back to her original position, chanted a spell in a low voice, and cast natural magic to make the wooden door in front of her open a crack again, so that she could look inside.