Chapter 0177-Shut Up Dragon I Don’t Want To Have Any More Kids With You

Leon’s hand snapped empty, and he gave a cry of regret as he looked back.

Losweather sighed in relief and smiled, “Tail’s a little uncomfortable today yet, I’ll touch it some other time.”

Leon gave her a blank look and said nothing.

Loseweather turned her head as well, looking back up at the night sky.

Neither of the couples continued their moves for the time being.

But the hands that had just been held together never let go-

And it’s kind of getting a tighter and tighter grip.

Two goody-two-shoes pulling full stops like this.

If anyone inadvertently applies more force, the other party will take it as a provocation and grip back with more force.

It’s a dead end until–

Monthly Fee Group Six Nine Four Nine Three Lu One Three Five “Gently, it hurts me.” Lois Visser said.

“Ow.”

The “ow” was short, but full of Leon’s triumph and joy as the victor.

The two of them unloaded their strength at the same time and turned back to the cozy holding hands they had started with.

Rothweather had thought that the “hand-holding”, which was a little more refreshing and ambiguous means, would make Leon’s heart flutter slightly, thus triggering the light of the dragon tattoo.

But surprisingly, until she held her own hand until she was a little tickled, the dragon tattoo on her chest still didn’t react much either.

Lossweather’s mind flickered, thinking that she had to take Leon before she couldn’t stay up.

“Ehhh! –” exclaimed Lossweather, suddenly alarmed.

Leon subconsciously tried to turn his head to look away, but luckily he managed to control himself in time for this action.

There’s no spiders here, so if there’s an inexplicable ewwww, there must be a trick.

Leon wasn’t going to fall for that.

“My dragon tattoo lit up! Haha~ you lose~”

Leon’s heart stuttered and he was in disarray, straightening up and looking toward Los Viceroy’s chest.

However, the dragon tattoo didn’t react in any way.

Instead, he took in the puffy softness of Lois Visser’s chest.

Under the black veil, the pair of proud fullness out, the corner of the dragon pattern is deep into the “gully”, attracting people to think about.

“Is it nice?”

“Looking good – what looking good! I don’t see anything!”

Leon hurriedly turned his head.

But that glance just now really gave him quite a shock.

Lois Visser’s breasts were perfect, curved and firm, defined and just the right size.

Leon squeezed his eyes shut.