Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

There is a city princess looking up at me with her moist eyes, relaxing her arms powerless in front of her.

She's pushed down by the hoof as she wears a kimono - and then there's no will to resist, and she's dying her cheeks and staring at my face like she fell in love.

If I lean my neck and peek into my wife's beauty, I'll turn my face against her side in disgrace.

But she doesn't seem to understand.

that every one of those tricks is glossy and stirs my beastiality like a fiery fire.

When I slowly stroke the princess's cunt with my fingertips, she holds her breath and stares at my lips with inviting eyes.

The city princess had completely become a kissing demon. In the midst of her act with me, she sucks on her lips with a selfless obsession when she begins to impress herself by wishing to kiss her firmly, or by becoming the end of the act.

Kiss me every time I have something. Kiss me if there's anything else. This is another kiss. That's the way it is.

By the way, me and the City Princess continue to basically get along on nights other than when we entered the Hexagon Army earlier.

Even on "Women's Day," it was.

It was six days ago that she first celebrated "that day" when she became a couple with me.

When I cross to the City Princess's bedroom as usual, I remember her desperately apologizing.

A painful day when a woman greets her once a month for several days. I totally forgot about its existence. I was about "Ah, well," but from her point of view, it's a dead end issue.

Because in this day and age, "it" was basically recognized as "filthy," and I meant that I couldn't apologize for anything like "transferring filth to the chancellor..."

"Please, I hope you'll be back for tonight..."

That's what I said, blocked the City Princess's mouth. My choice was pretty effective in pushing forward my wife's development plan.

In the head of the city princess, I only realized that I was now "dirty..." but my sucking on her mouth would have transformed my brain into "even the dirty me, the chancellor will love you..."

Since then, on "Women's Day", which spanned five days, the city princess has desperately served me with those soft hands, whipping her careless body "at least to make me feel better for the chancellor..."

I was mentally stressed because I couldn't get into her honeypot, but my beloved wife had an unexpected experience of "comfort".

"City... I'm taking it off"

"... Yes"

Insert your hands into the kimono's matching eyes and crack open.

Bright white skin blooms in front of me, like a bloom of lilies.

Sleek shoulders. On the base of her neck, the clavicle symbolizes her luxurious skeleton. And directly beneath that bone, the beautifully heeled swelling stirs up a tremendous excitement along with her skinny body as well.

I gently kissed the City Princess on her lips, stroking her neck and clavicle around with my left hand, eating the soft earlobes floating in the sea of dark hair.

My ears were one of the City Princess's weaknesses, especially when I spit them out and draped them plenty in the City Princess's ears before sucking them up all at once, and they reacted as irritably as they were funny. Sometimes that's all she gets.

Anything, he says, "To the chancellor, it's like being dominated to the back of your body..." You learn the feeling.

I can't afford to develop the City Princess's ears because of that, but it seems to her that being deafened is also a ritual for "dedicating oneself to the chancellor..."

This is exactly Pavlov's dog state, and when I blame her ears, the City Princess immediately adds "moisture," rubbing her fat crotch against a rub and a slice.

Um, I knew it was cute.

I was salivating the ears of the city princess, raising a colorful voice and stirring my lower body to the figure of my boring wife.

Anyway, every time I crawl my fingers into my wet ears, her body trembles, and along with it, the beautiful fumble also "fumbles."

For me, a tit-loving alien, to see her breasts shake - a supreme time that is hard to replace.

"City..."

"Nah... shah... mah... mmm..."

Break the princess's lips and scratch her inner circle with her tongue. Then she put her hands on both my cheeks and started moving her tongue so hard.

These days, the movement of the Princess's tongue has also become masterful, making it hard for her to let go once she captures my tongue.

It used to get ravaged by me, but it still did, but it got better sometime.

My hand reaches into her abundant breasts to grasp disappointingly, recalling the movement within the belligerent princess of the city during the first night.

Then, like a conditional reflex, the City Princess turned her hands around my neck and fixed my face.

And until then, I was on the side of being blamed - and when I stretched my tongue inside of mine, I licked my gums up.

I gave myself the pleasure of pushing myself through my body. It seems that the mind and body will be filled.

Never before has the City Princess ever inserted her tongue into my mouth.

Always passive, the only thing intertwining her tongue was within her purse.

And now she's licking my gums.

Evidence that my beloved wife has begun to develop sexual skills steadily.

And that was such a lewd look that I couldn't think of from her during the day.

When I suck her tongue with too much joy, the City Princess tries so hard to intertwine with my tongue as she trembles at her body.

Oral sex with me seems to her that confirmation of the fact that she is "loved..." has taken up a lot of specific weight so far, but to see her now, the carnal desire to "feel better, want to feel better..." is starting to prevail by kissing her.

The City Princess is making steady strides toward the ideal wife portrait of me as a "lady by day and whore by night"...

I reach down as I keep tangling my tongue with her. Moving on disrupting her kimono, she eventually reached a soft skin and finally reached a honeypot filled with too much female juice.

It presents a lewd appearance as if it were different from the clear face of the City Princess. There, when I sense my fingertips, I boil more lewd liquid.

"Ya... ahhhh..."

Overlaying my lips with mine, the city princess gasped.

And in my lower mouth - I'm wrapping that nasty bunch of bitches that get wet in love liquid around my fingertips, playing a cheeky, slutty sound.

He caressed both his upper and lower mouths, and the City Princess's face distorted into a slut.

"Phew... ahhh..."

My beloved wife shook her hips wide as my fingertips broke into her fluffy, melted vaginal foramen.

The ecstasy walls gently envelop the fingertips and sweeten the cum.

As I tangle my tongue and tongue, I move my fingertips to scratch the sweetening ecstasy - the City Princess gradually loses her room and clung to my body.

"Dear President... Dear President..."

When the City Princess starts calling my name in a sweet voice, like a rumor, it's also a signal that her peak is near.

I slowly scratched the City Princess's honeypot with one hand, stroking the City Princess's head and sucking her tongue up all I wanted.

"Mm-hmm... ah... mmm!

The princess's vaginal orifice contracts and tightens my fingertips.

Her hips quivered and slowly relaxed.

If you let go of your lips and glance at your expression, the princess looks pompously in a direction that isn't like a fallen in love face.

"Kimochi, are you glad...?

……

If I ask that as I stroke her head, the City Princess will bury her head silently in my chest.

"City, I wish I could..."

I want to feel better. Whispering so, the princess snorted in her chest.

Stand up once, take the floor number and sit back with your big crotch open to it.

Don! and my Big Sun stood up against the ceiling.

I can see the city princess's feverish gaze pouring on my son.

Beginning of the honeymoon for a month.

The city princess, who did not know the man and was a not to mention a sober virgin... by her sexual intercourse with me, which lasted almost every day, has become completely wandering and has ceased to show that much resistance in her carnal desires.

Words such as a woman being delayed in pleasure.

That is the common morality of the women of the martial family who live in warring times.

That's what the City Princess would have thought initially.

But I'm soaked up in the world of pleasure that I can give you, and now it's changed by the time I actively embrace pleasure.

Well, I've planted this far because I have knowledge of the original world where the sex industry has developed abnormally.

When it comes to the warring age, it's normal to touch your chest and stick it in and let it out.

There is no doubt that people like me who engage in this kind of sexual activity are rare.

I don't know if the princess is happy when she comes to my wife, though I don't know if she is in person.

"City"

"Yes... then excuse me by hand..."

Swallow the sawdust, and it's time for the City Princess to stretch her fingertips to my Big Sun.

I dared to tell her just before her hand touched her penis.

"No, let's not do this"

"... Ah, yes..."

The city princess lowers her hand in a shambling and other winds, still stained with the colour of her passion.

And when he looked up at me, he leaked a hot exhale, looking completely exasperated.

"City, shall I have your nasty body worn and served today"

"Um, that's..."

"This is it."

I reach for the made-up princess's breasts and I play my nipples with my fingers.

The city princess leaks a sweet scream and feels a lot more contemporary, but hides her breasts with her forearms and arms.

"Use this to serve my son sincerely."

"Um... but..."

Says the city princess as she twists herself around.

"Such a nasty thing... I..."

"You reached out to my son before I even gave him any instructions. You say that?

"Oh... please don't tell me..."

The city princess is covering her face with her hands and burning with shame.

I get myself out and hold her.

She gave her a disgraceful, happy look if I accidentally gave her a mouthful.

"Look... give me that big breast of yours and make a deep valley to show"

"But..."

The City Princess keeps her arms off her chest.

Does it mean that you were stirred up with shame again for taking instructions from me?

Looking at my wife, whose guard was completely stiff, I decided to be tough.

"... right"

If I say it with as cold a voice as I can think of and a waking face, the City Princess's face will turn blue, by the way.

"... Xing was killed. Let's do this tonight."

"Please wait...!

When I got up from the floor and showed her how to get home, the princess changed her blood and followed me to my feet.

I don't mean to fall in love, but I'm the one she loves most in the world right now.

And the thing she feared most in the world was losing my love.

I would never just want to fight and break up with me in the space where a man and a woman named Yi get the most intimate - that kind of thought comes through.

"I'm sorry...... I'm sorry......! The city is sweet and selfish to the liking of the chancellor......! I'll change it, I'll change it, please forgive me...!

"Hmm..."

I dare to pretend to think about it and sit on the floor somewhere with a big strand open.

The city princess's blue face brightens up a little, but it also tightens quickly for just a moment.

"City... then you can do it right?

When I asked, she shook her voice and responded with shame.

"... Now, would you like to...?

Oh......! It was stunning enough for my voice to leak out unexpectedly.

A beloved wife, trembling with shame, holds a neat, full fuzz up from her roots with both her hands.

The puffiness also swayed slightly with the tremor of her body, and the thin peach tip sifted.

The supreme combination that echoes in a man's groin: thin body and abundant breasts.

I command the City Princess, swallowing my saliva.

"Keep that close to my son... yes. Try pinching it in the valley."

"Huh...?

I guess I was confused by the boulder.

The city princess turns her eyes to me like a lost puppy as she frightens her body at the fear of getting mad at me.

"Didn't you hear that? I called it pinching. My son in the valley of your chest..."

"... Yes"

I lean my chest in front of a man and treat him with my penis pinched in the valley of what it would be......

It was an obscene and treacherous act, such as would never be able to think about it if it were in warring times, or even an unacceptable idea.

Although breasts are sometimes caressed by men in the midst of sex, they were basically dedicated to children.

The City Princess envelops my big sun with a soft chest.

I accidentally leaked my breath of admiration the moment I was caught in the soft skin.

Wow. This is amazing......

"City"

"Yes..."

When I speak to the City Princess, my beloved wife trembles and looks up at me frightened.

"Have I made a coarse appearance..." or "My body was not called to mind..." and "Am I going to be hated by the chancellor..."

I know exactly what it's like to be running around her brain with such emotions.

I decided to gently stroke the head of such a princess.

"Dear President..."

The face of the city princess that was sinking brightens up step by step.

"City"

"Yes......"

"Comfortable."

"Yes......!

I'm sure I'm not angry, and I must have finally appeased.

The usual fuzzy smile was back on the City Princess's face.

Yes, what is… you can't just let go of your anger.

We need to find a match around the time, praise it, and give it peace of mind.

And if you give it a good sense of security after you're angry, "Don't ever feel that scared again..." is what your self-defense instincts work unconsciously.

Using such psychological knowledge, we can make steady progress in our beloved wife's development plan.

"City"

"Why, Dear Chief Executive..."

"Face up."

"Yes....................."

My lips and those of the City Princess overlapped when I made a water noise.

She had a fundamentally delightful look on her face, but to my behavior, which was not like before - eventually she began to black-and-white her eyes.

"Huh... hum... hum..."

Yes, I was sending a large amount of saliva into the City Princess's chambers, entangling my tongue.

The poor princess's mouth is mixed with her own saliva and the massive amount of saliva sent from me.

It is well known that humans can no longer swallow things when they are being swallowed.

From the end, I was mouthing her mouth for the purpose of filling it with each other's massive saliva.

"City, don't ever swallow that..."

With tears the princess nods cocklessly as she carries the saliva in her mouth full.

I smiled at her as I stroked her head gently like that.

"Slowly drain that massive build-up of saliva into your chest."

I guess the City Princess figured out my intentions.

Gradually dripping the water of two loves from the edge of his mouth, he mourns its abundant puffiness.

Lifted by her own hand, those breasts that pinched my penis - soaked in a lukewarm lukewarm in the moment.

"You're beautiful in saliva too..."

"... thank you"

"So, with that fleshy meat of yours, shall I ask you to treat my son... can you?

The city princess pinches my big sun with her salivated chest as she turns a bright red face.

Yes, the one they say is a pussy.

I've been married to the princess for a month.

As far as I know the lewd sexual world of the former world, it was time for the City Princess to remember to serve me with her breasts.

"Oh... it feels good, it's great..."

"Ho, is it true...?

When I stroke her head with praise, the City Princess enthusiastically encourages her to serve her breasts with a happy face.

to cum, to cum.

Make that noise. My big sun repeats itself between the city princess's big, soft, tense chest, out and in.

(That city princess...)

I think as I stroke my wife who serves my penis with my chest so hard.

(Um, one of the best beauties in the Warring States... is serving me as a pussy... Huh!

That fact alone didn't seem to bother me for a week.

The excess excitement leaks a lot of thick and viscous starting fluid from my Big Sun bell mouth, mixed with saliva lotion and transformed into an even more obscene liquid.

That's, uh...

"Oh... wow, smells... no..."

It worked great for the City Princess.

She has been bathing my semen in the womb for the past month and has been converted from her body to conform to my sperm and its odor.

By the way, the starting fluid is practically no different than semen. It also contains sperm, so if you rub the cowper in your vaginal foramen, you will become pregnant.

One of my friends is an extremely mind-blowing phrase that she hates having sex so she "gets used to masturbating with each other," a fierce person (if any) who pushes her wet penis with liquid ahead of her scrotum fissure and only then brilliantly impregnates things.

I even did a proper DNA test and it came out black, so I'm pretty sure she got pregnant with Cowper. It was the moment when the virgins and virgins became moms and dads.

This lesson teaches us how important it is to be able to use the power of the starting fluid.

That starting fluid wrapped around the City Princess's chest, which also meant that my sperm was coming and storming to get her soft meat pregnant.

Her breasts aren't just in my penis, they're being invaded by sperm.

And my beloved wife, the city princess, is sucking in the smell of the starting liquid to give her a tranced look and is beginning to put more effort into her milk service.

"Wow... City, you... feel so good...!

"Thank you, thank you..."

There is even more heat in the city princess's pussy.

Sometimes I get a dull feeling, probably because her nipples are stiff.

My wife, too, said she was so hesitant, she was totally in love with the service of her breasts.

Most importantly, they probably hit me with the smell of my starting fluid - which is definitely a very pleasant step forward in my City Princess development plan.

Give me this far, and I can teach my pussy Ferratio as a stacking move later.

But I had my wife do my first pussy, and on top of that, I'm feeling better.

(Paislifera next time......)

I miss you so much, but that was also my Big Sun's unprofitable cause.

By the feverish service of the City Princess, Cali has completely stuck out, and the rod is stiff and rigid.

"Dear Mr. Chang Zheng... I'm getting sober..."

"Oh... I'm almost out"

I say as I stroke and rub the princess's head.

"Hang more chest pressure. Rub harder."

"Yes......!

to cum, to lum, to cum.

With a fierce water noise, my Big Sun was handled with the City Princess's fleshy meat for the finish.

"Let's get it out...... City! Take it with your face!

"Hmmm......!?

I held the City Princess's head with one hand and ejaculated in a grand way while handling my penis with one hand. My semen, which is released very hard, is scattered across the city princess's beauty, throat, and clavicle to her chest.

The city princess had been sprayed with semen on her face and upper body, completely kicking her ass.

"Oh... no body... no body..."

The city princess whines with a tranced look like a rumor. Rub the semen I smashed with my fingers into my honeypot.

Her fingers crawl into my semen that makes a pool on the clavicle, pushing even that semen wrapped around the wet into the cum's ripe horny hole - my big sun rose up again.

"City... you want my seed juice so bad...?

When I push down the semen laden City Princess, she begs with a swinging face.

"I want... the city has the good things of the chancellor and the seed juice... I want it, I want it..."

"Where?

When I said that in a mean way, the princess whispered, "It's Omako..."

A month after I kept having sex with her, it seemed that the hidden language I taught the City Princess was definitely becoming entrenched at the vocabulary level, and I was just a little moved.

"Then let me finger open the place you want me in"

If I give such an order, no matter how dirty my head is with the smell of semen, she will honestly follow the instructions as she shakes her spectacular colour.

Ha ha, the princess's fingertips cracked open the horny fissure, and her vaginal orifice, wet with semen and love fluid, was exposed to the present.

I hit Big Sun's turtle head in the vaginal hole waiting to be inserted.

But - that's all I did, and my son was lukewarmly delivered inside the city princess.

"Oh... it's in... it's in... eh"

Yes - the City Princess moved her hips and brought my rigidity into the womb herself.

"... ugh! This, my porn wife!!

I shook the princess's hips in a disappointing grip, waving my hips into a gentle honeypot that tightened slowly.

Not only does the face of the city princess fall into the shadow of the day - it's completely dyed and cut with lust, and the end of the day she's waving herself as I move, whispering.

"Ya... ah... kimochi good... eh!

The princess of the Oda family, who boasts the best beauty of the Warring States, was disturbed as she swallowed my penis with cucumber and honeypot, shaking her chest.

White skin is reddish and dark hair is sticky on semen and sweat-wet skin.

And those eyes always looked at me alone, looking slutty for me alone, raising my voice, no matter how rambling or gentle I was.

"Ah... there...!

If I screw my hips all the way, the princess's hips will rock with gakun.

The deepest part of the city princess, the mouth of the womb.

The entrance is exactly what I want for my seed juice, and when I grab my turtle head, it's included.

As I pulled my hips slightly, I glanced at the entrance to the uterine entrance, turning my hips.

On the way, the city princess cramps and her vaginal foramen constricts.

But I scratch, widen, poke and stroke her contracting foramen without worrying about her peak.

"Deep no... Deep... Dear Dear Dear Dean... Dear Dear Dean...!

My beloved wife hugs me as I spill my senses and tears.

I walked around stroking her head and put her on top of it.

Yes, a face-to-face seat.

I grab the princess's ass with both hands and shake her body.

The princess even hugs me, rubbing and crushing my busty chest. The feeling of two hard nipples is pleasant.

"Dear Chang Zheng... but you... Huh!

The princess even asked for a kiss, intertwining my tongue with mine.

A dirty noise sounds like a cuckoo, and she's trying to suck and drink all the saliva out of my mouth.

Apparently, my esophagus remembered swallowing it as a pleasure.

As I rocked the princess's hips, I was extremely excited about the awesome disturbance of my beloved wife and stirred my desire for ejaculation.

Tell the woman in conquest that the big sun is swelling up even more and ejaculation is close.

"Let's get it out...... City! Where do you want it!?

I no longer ask relentlessly, poking up with Zukozko.

"Garlic...... Shin......! I want to get pregnant......! The city wants the governor's infant...... Huh!

I was completely distraught by that adorable treat and decided to devour the inner city of the princess until the time I ejaculated.

Both arms of the City Princess are turned on my back and my legs are wrapped around my waist.

"Oh... no, no, no... heh... no... no... amazing..."

"What... you're already a city! Still stick me......!

"Hey... hey... I want to go... let me go... eh"

The princess shook her head and begged me desperately.

"Nana... Nana let me out...! Byu, as always......! Let the city go!

"All right, yike! Pregnant my child!

I put a bell in the mouth of the princess's womb and poured a lot of semen into it.

You know what that feels like, she's strengthening the power to hold me whenever semen spits out of my excretory tract.

"Back... there's a lot out there... full of chancellors..."

Pull your son out of the vaginal orifice of the city princess.

I had an indescribable sense of accomplishment. While I'm satisfied that I ejaculated plenty, I'll hold the princess and slowly stroke her flaming body.

"Dear President..."

"What's up?

When I drop a kiss on the City Princess's lips, she puts her hands on my chest and whispers in a moist, emotional caged voice, tightly attached.

"It was very... wonderful..."

The princess continued to stroke her stomach slowly, as if she were certain of something, repeatedly mouthing my chest.