Episode: 1

Deep in the solemn temple, in the dark where the sun can't shine, only the torch lights shine, which makes the shadow there very strong.

Just like the sound of the earth, shocking scripture reading is written according to scripture.

Talking, again and again, is more like the wings of a worm than solemn, as warm as a leech,

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

The feminine voice.

And the voice is very ugly. It belongs to a young girl who even has childishness.

Snapping,

，、

The torch jumped up.

She is on the round table. It's time to finally have the knack in 2008. Immature white limbs are exposed to the fullest, and long blonde hair twists and turns, tugging at poor lips and making poor sounds.

That pedestal must be an altar and altar.

Around him, a group of people wearing black headgear, while influencing the scriptures, sat around him. In their view, there is no exception to the complaints of young girls.

The altar is covered with a soft quilt.

If someone like Desmond sees it,

Like “The bed of a couple's hotel”,

Maybe that's what they call it.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah! So disgusting, so comfortable! “

The crooked, depressed girl's fingers touched the secret place. On the contrary, the fingers gathered up the unexpanded breasts, crunching and playing with the sharp pale peach buds.

Glug, wet water came from the secret pot. The golden pubic hair, such as light fluff, makes her feel that she still obviously doesn't know the secret lips of men, but burps and delights at the little finger of the girl holding the inner layer of meat, constantly spitting out lewd honey.

With a bridge-like posture, the young girl's waist was lightly emptied in a functional state.

Bang, bang, bang,

The hot spring spouted from the honey pot, leaving little marks on the sheets of the altar.

Jin Xiu's eyebrows are wrinkled into a figure of eight, her blue eyes charm her in mid-air, and her baggy lips are dripping with sweet and fragrant saliva.

“Ah, ah, no, no …, That's awesome, that's cool, it's going to kiss …, Woo-hoo!”

The fingers that sank into the secret pot wriggled skillfully. She also extended her hands to the swollen peach pearl, which showed her face from the secret skin.

“Ah, well! Ha, ha, ha, so comfortable, so comfortable! “

This empty attitude is getting more and more intense. The curly, disheveled blonde hair is like a living snake, inciting her to become more lewd.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

There will be more and more droplets of honey sprayed from girls' fornication.

Echoing, overlapping the echoes of the scriptures, seeping into the depths of her immature body, making the skin, blood, flesh, internal organs, bones, and her uterus tremble in a low way and collapse from the roots, making the white girl's body

The young girl has been inserting her fingers into the secret pot, shaking and trembling, and tightening her limbs with the momentum of almost supercilious eyes.

White female body licked clean by torches. She felt the sight of people around her. Expose your own flesh in every corner. That's until the depths of a woman who sinks her finger-,

She is sweating all over.

Even girls are full of amazing women's lust.

However, they looked at her every corner of the line of sight, and did not contain a trace of lust. The world without eroticism is awe, seriousness, pity and sorrow for those who are chosen as “Gods”.

As a saint chosen as the “God”, If she wholeheartedly accepts the carnal desires that may befall them, she will personally realize its horror and horror.

Is carnal desire so terrible? Once the virgin, whose image is incorruptible and pure, puts down her “Carnal desire”, She will expose her despicable delusion.

Even wild animals can't be like this.

The delicate state of things.

If () Elos really exists in this world, for the coquetry of holy and obscene saints, no matter how high-ranking monks practice, they can't help but have carnal snakes bowing.

However, in this world, pornography does not exist.

No matter how many lascivious, moaning and lascivious sounds a charming girl makes in front of her eyes, their bodies can't have emotional reactions.

Just continue to read the scriptures solemnly and talk.

“Ah, ah, ah ~ ~ ~ ah!”

A particularly loud JiaoSheng, stiff white body began to spasm.

A black robe lifted the golden cup and approached the altar solemnly.

That's what a clergyman looks like bowing to God.

The sound of reading the scriptures is getting deeper and deeper, except for the white and golden saints who are licked by torches. It is just a shadow. This is not a black act, but a sacred black robe to show one's position.

Those who hold up the Holy Grail always approach the crotch of the M-shaped open saint solemnly. The golden cups that have been continuously receiving the prostitution of the saints in the past dynasties shine with decadent brilliance in the light of torches.

Saint opened her big underpants, stretched out her waist and entered the final sprint stage.

Complain,

Gollum,

If the vibration of scripture reading intensifies the amplitude, the girlish voice will ring.

Snapping,

The torch exploded.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, quick, quick, I, have passed away, have passed away, have passed away …”

The saint shivered, revealing the plump earth embankment meat, revealing her red estrus who had been decayed by the “Priesthood” Every night-even so, the petals were still small, thin and clean.

Abominable

The virgin meat like ripe fruit-even the proof of no scale can be seen-is slightly soaked, and the rutting place is as red as a fire, and the flame of the wet torch is soaked through the decay.

The “Sexual cup” Honed by the whores of past dynasties, together with the hymen, vividly reflects the seductive flesh of the saints.

The saint reflected that in those blue eyes. Even the eyes of a happy and hazy girl are too annoying, and this is something that serves the “God”.

In an instant, the rational fragments left in the young girl caused a spark.

All watched. Whether it's a hymen that hasn't been broken yet, or a female organ that is directly soaked and reddened by self-comfort, it's all pink anus, a waist that wriggles happily, an erect nipple, and a female appearance that pervades Toronto.

The monks who stare at it contain sight, sight and sight of awe, awe and pity!

There is no desire there.

However, for the saint chosen by God,

“No, no, no, ah …”

Don't look,

Look.

Don't come here,,

Come here.

No,

Xixi.

-More

“Ah, ah, ah, ah ~ ~ ~ ~ ah!”

With the explosion of the virgin, the sexual cup was lifted toward the pussy.

Ho ho, honey gushed out.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Grumble!

The tide is rising very high.

The virgin's thin belly, which had not yet grown flesh, trembled with fear and gave a spasm.

The person holding the sex cup, while stroking the black robe with holy liquid, respectfully took it with the sex cup.

Ho, ho, the saint was panting on the cherry-colored shoulder.

Sharp nipples and sweaty limbs make labia trembling and weak.

Hey, hey, hey,,,

In this way, the rest of the lewd juice is spilled on the sheets.

The person who drank the holy water respectfully raised the cup, and when he pulled it, his lips pressed on it, making a loud gurgling sound.

“Ah, ah …”

And suddenly the virgin's body doesn't fit.

The cup was lifted one by one by the people around the altar,

Straw bag,

Straw bag,

Say.

I covet the secret soup of the saint.

“Ah, ah, ah …”

The saint who was drinking her holy water turned red. Those blue eyes are wet, and the mouth of the mouth is slobbering.

Sheng Yuan began to secrete new honey again. She put her upper body down on the sheet, lifted her knee-raised butt, and revealed a red crack.

Put out a finger.

The finger sank.

Muttered, straightforward

“Ah, ah …”

The lascivious sound of water immediately started again, and the girl's breath overflowed.

Straw bag,

Straw bag,

People around you drink holy juice like girls. However, apart from the saint, there is no such thing as carnal desire.

It's a sacred ceremony. It's the Eucharist.

In this world without eroticism, she was chosen as the “God” With sensuality. It was originally the concept of reducing people to monsters. “God” Put forward “Carnal desire” In order to prevent human beings from committing “Sin”. However, people are often prone to sin, and the reason why people don't commit “Sin” Is because they deprive God of the mercy of “Carnal” Sin.

What is “Carnal desire” And what is Eros? Only a saint can know the people here.

It won't make people who see it “Carnal” Like someone somewhere.

But, in spite of this,-look!

Put her mean complaints.

To rot the pure and delicate face to that extent and stick your finger to the secret place again and again is something that is out of proportion to the appearance of a “Criminal”. The eminent monks who stared at her and swallowed the spit of holy juice all wanted to.

God, thank you for saving us.

Moreover, he was chosen as the existence of a “Saint” Who showed the image of “Sin” In his own identity.

Absorb her revealed “Sin” Into herself and prove that she is the holy servant of “God”.

This is the deepest secret in Erotic Education.

This is the teaching conveyed in Erotic Education.

Even if the breathing of the saint and the sound of the secret kettle are intertwined with the torch.

Even if the gloom has passed miserably, even if the word “Eroticism” Is used, they don't know what it is. They call themselves “Eroticism” And suffer as the holy servants of “God”. They are loyal to devout believers

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

The “Posture of a female fish who asks for mating”, With her hips held high, made Saint's extravagant white flesh tremble with fear.

Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa,

Whenever the thin lower abdomen cramps, the milk of the saint who smells sweet and sour will soak through the altar sheets.

Saint Christina Ernest.

This is her sacred duty.

“Ah, ah …”

Christina, who finished her sacred work, cleaned herself again and went back to her room. This is a simple room with the aim of poverty alleviation. There are only tables, chairs and apologetic wardrobes on the bed.

It's not so much a saint's room as a servant's room.

I can only think so.

So she let out a melancholy sigh.

A cute side face with worries makes people want to care-but that's not a beautiful girl who worries about love-,

With white as the keynote, solemn vestments embroidered with gold thread, waist-length Chu Jie didn't know that filthy hair was gold. I even think that if the gold thread rubs against the cassock, you can't hear the crisp string sound. The face of a lovely fourteen-year-old girl is still so tender that she has promised to grow into a peerless beauty in the future. However, the wet blue eyes and cherry-colored white cheeks have exuded the charm of an extremely gorgeous woman.

The lingering sound of sacred work haunts the minds of immature girls.

Ah, I'm sorry.

-But, in a good mood …

With her white finger on her chest, she wants to touch her breasts that haven't swelled yet. The breasts are still expanding, and it's unattractive to be wrapped in a thick cassock-especially (what's more) in this world without eroticism, there's only one Lord left who is interested in her breasts, except the baby-what leaks from her lips is the functional suosuodi, trying to sag from the cassock to the lower abdomen, but it's the same.

“I want to do it, but …” The sad voice slid down dangerously.

“That's ok, but-no, no ….. Sure enough, not enough … “

Christina rolled up the hem of the cassock with a swish. Beautiful legs of a thin girl. Both works of art and functional products are substitutes for first-class products. Its roots and cloth covered in important places, like the cassock, are all based on a white background-more delicate and brilliant than that, and it has a complicated pattern of gold thread on it. The girl's fingers crawled on that thigh. Fine fingers, even stringed instruments play nails-moreover, it's a dirty action in one's imagination.

“No, I feel, I can't sleep …”

Sadly, the girl's slender fingertips climbed smoothly to the place where they could have brought pleasure. But can't get the required stimulation. Although it's not because of the bad moral sense that you can't feel it, the degree of high emotions will increase your sadness.

It is protected by sacred shorts that can be said to be solemn.

This is a sacred work, and the accumulated parts in the pool are dispersed. Nowadays, there is no more hot flame than burning the body and making people depressed. But, because of this, instead, I know clearly that it is not something on the surface, but something deep inside myself.

Holy relics. The “Sacred pants” And “Sacred bra” Knitted with holy cloth are designed to shield the sexual stimulation of the wearer and warn against fornication outside the allowed time. She's wearing that. -Be forced to wear it on your body. As a saint chosen by God, pregnant with “Carnal” Flame, I hope I don't go with the flow.

On the occasion of the “Secret instrument”, She can only give off this heat after the Pope gets rid of her hand. The following sacred secret continues to be hungry for happiness-it is not allowed to undress for excretion, whether it is held or bathed.

However, it is a sacred place, and no matter where it is held or what happens, it can always be kept clean through the effects of [Purification], [Purification] And so on that are often launched. It's true that the virgin adults don't go to the toilet. Rumor has it that she is pure, saying that she does not go to the toilet.

However, if you know that at least to make up for this, she has reduced some stress by having a big laugh during the important Mass, and has recently become sexier and sexier, how will everyone react?

“Whoo hoo”

Lord Saint, Christina moaned sadly, and though she knew it was futile, she lingered in the center of the “Sacred pants”. Miss, miss, miss,

Under the immature background, the saint of “Pornography” Was fascinated by the lewd flame.

And then there was a revelation.

Revelation-the revelation of “God”.

I'm in a panic. Dong, peach heartbeat is already very clear.

“Yes, everything is as Lord Elos wishes.”

Saint Christina Ernest stood up with a pious manner. Now, she is not a girl who is worried about her carnal desires, but a saint of Eros and a servant on the ground who serves God Eros. Those clear eyes in the sky are burning with the mission to “God”.

“People related to Elos's genealogy-find out at once.”