Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

In the dark room - lit by the bright light behind the furnace - I was even devouring those luscious lips with my hands on the soft cheeks of the City Princess.

If Peppy and I exchange our tongues like dogs, and suck them up, - she comes in a cuddly voice, showing joy.

Desperately squeezing my brand new kimono sleeve, the City Princess was enduring the pleasure given from the mucous membrane.

She's still cute like that, and when I release her tongue, I peck her lips all the time.

Then the city princess's deep red tongue stretches, licking my lips and licking them.

The sensuality rushed through her hips, and I invited her tongue, which she was sticking out, back into the chamber and sucked it up.

"Hmm... huh... chuh... eh"

The princess is shuddering her body into small pieces, tasting the temperature in my chamber.

If you try to stop sucking up your tongue - her thin arm wrapped around my neck, pressing her lips herself and wandering around inside with that soft tongue.

My beloved wife's raw, warm mucous membranes crawl all over me.

The gap between my front teeth and my lips, the back of my cheeks, my upper jaw, and my fateful tongue...

More importantly, it is comfortable for the hot exhalation of the City Princess to come directly into my pocket.

Incidentally, it would no longer be modern man's common sense that all human exhalation is not carbon dioxide, but perhaps oxygen.

In other words, the act of deep kissing is also the task of sending oxygen wet by each other's passions into their lungs and melting it into their blood.

"Huh....................................................................................................................................................................."

Once you let go of your mouth, a city princess with a completely swinging look prompts me to continue with a sweet voice.

Orange pale light swinging in the dark.

And - its enclosure lights up the whole body of the city princess.

She bares her breath, slightly opens her mouth, with a swinging face, and stares at me. The disturbed roomwear chest can also peek at its thin peachy tip if peered in from the diagonal.

I couldn't resist the temptation and bumped into the princess's body.

Then push her down to the cloth beside the enclosure and scramble off the kimono.

My rough moves shake the enclosure and burn up.

"Ahhh! Mr. Chang, all of a sudden..."

Press down on the City Princess and crack open her lips.

At first, though she had her eyes black and white - as soon as she exchanged her tongue with me, she wandered, turning her arms around my neck and hugging me.

"Dear Chang Zheng... I admire you... I love you... Mmm... CHU... Phew..."

A city princess who confesses her admiration for me in the midst of a deep kiss breath and delays another slutty inner mating.

The relationship between love and lust, revealed by a loving wife -

"City... I love you... you are mine... I will never give it to anyone..."

When I say that under pressure on her, she shudders.

And when he pulled me in with his arms around my neck, the princess of the city layered her lips and opened them.

A passionate mouthpiece, unimaginable from her in a chaste and quiet day.

Her tongue carefully licks up my gums, crawls through my upper jaw, and tangles into my tongue.

"Mm-hmm..."

The City Princess is obsessed with kissing me, clinging desperately to me.

I explore her rich double hills with my left hand and stroke them up.

Still, she just slightly exhales and doesn't try to get away from my lips.

"Mm-hmm!

So I suck her tongue in abruptly, lick and shake, and I'll bite.

Then she shook her body and wondered if she held me hard - eventually weakened.

"City... you..."

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

The city princess covers her bright red face with her hands and gets depressed to run away from me.

From the looks of it, there is no doubt that it has been reached only by intra-conjugation.

Oh...... cute. I can't help but be cute and cute.

"Nasty, you..."

"Hih... I don't know..."

The princess protests in tears as she licks up my shoulder blades to my neck muscles and screams gently.

"The city... the city... didn't like it and become this body..."

My beloved wife had sensual joy behind her tears as she stroked her shoulders and shook her body with fright.

I don't know that. It's not me.

"Don't lie... you are such a slut that you are sensitive and cares about one thing I do... you are"

"No... no..."

Denying it in tears, but revealing the joy of my abuse of verbal aggression, the City Princess trembles her body.

I remember my first night with her.

(With that said, the city initially refused to accept pleasure...)

And as a big name for accepting pleasure, he urged me to make a shift in responsibility: "It's my husband who makes me feel better about sex".

"I miss you..."

"Huh...?

I think as I stroke the beauty of the princess's hips.

"The first night you said you could be me, but you stayed... and now you're asking for lips from yourself..."

Continue stroking the side of her chest that is crushed by her depression.

"This chest was also a slight resistance to me at first - but now it's softer by the time you embrace me moisturized just by touching it..."

I whispered, eating the Princess's earlobes.

"Your body, your mind... you're totally slutty, you are"

Then she protests in tears.

"Isn't it the fault of Lord Chang..."

"What?"

"Because the chancellor does a lot of nasty things... the city... the city...!

Oh...... the crying face is cute too.

With that in mind, I lick up the princess's lips with my tongue.

Then she opened her lips like a conditional reflex, and sticking her tongue out intertwined with mine.

"Then... you don't like it?

"Huh...?

Release her tongue and ask as she strokes the head of the city princess - she raises her voice like she's fallen in love.

"You do this with me... don't you like the city...?

"Oh... that's..."

Slowly stroking down her white, beautiful back without one of the blemishes, and enjoying the elasticity of her ass, her beloved wife leaks a troubled exhale.

"What do you think?

"That's... that's hah!

The City Princess's face stained with shame, no, no, shaking her head.

The princess's butt meat was excellent.

First of all, I'm totally in line with the dirty waste of meat there.

On top of certain muscles is a moist fat that is neither too thin nor too thick.

In the world where I was, a lot of women encourage diet.

As a matter of common sense, it is the muscles, not the fat, that fall first when energy restrictions like diet are imposed.

The woman in the alley said by dietary restrictions, "I lost weight! I am happy," but it is in fact an act that is tantamount to decreasing the muscles necessary to live.

Thus, my personal empirical research concluded that "the buttocks of the women who encouraged the diet are relaxed".

The buttocks are supported by muscles, and if this is lost, they can't stand the weight of the fat and have to fall.

That would strain the lower back and make the industry of holistic and masseuses profitable. I think it's a good economic mechanism, no, really.

I flatter her perfect ass like that.

Unlike the softness of the chest, it is muscle-based and playable soft.

Fluffy and puffy. It is, by analogy, the finest high repulsion pillow.

While he was stroking his ass, the princess's body would have been lit up by fire.

With occasional leaks of colorful gasps - she opens those glossy lips, as she finally decides to be ready.

"... I like it..."

……

"The city is... with Mr. Chang Zheng, a slut... who makes children... who, I like..."

I was more shocked than I expected by the words of my loving wife.

The City Princess affirmed that she would get pleasure - more vivid than that, that she recognized her actions with me as exactly "reproductive".

(The city... said it was all that messed up... and I was well aware that this was the act of making children -)

My Big Sun strained to the point where there was no more.

(Whenever you took my sperm deep in the womb, you wanted it so that you could have a child -)

"Ya... Ah, Master Chang... it hurts..."

I grabbed the princess's ass and cracked it open to the left and right.

Then there is a thinly pigmented narrow (supine) hull, and a pore of a horny demon who invites men and doesn't want them.

"Ah... no... no, that's not it..."

I suddenly put my grabbed ass in my mouth without heading for a horny fissure.

The princess's hips rock, and I lick and shake my ass and stand my teeth as I cling to her hips.

"Yes, it hurts... oh, stop..."

But I did not listen to the voice of the princess, and ate her luminous glutes.

Because her voice of protest swayed demonically and sniffed that it contained some expectant color.

I crawled my tongue as it was, licked my buttocks with my tongue tip for a while, then immediately headed for my slippery thigh, not to the female shade.

"Ah... hey... hey..."

Press your cheeks against your thighs and indulge in that silky sensation of beautiful skin.

And I crawl my tongue, and I lick it to the fullest - I get my teeth up and I grab it there.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

As soon as I put my teeth up on my thighs, the City Princess gave me a trance-like look.

Pain felt more vividly than in the buttocks.

I guess that's what stood her abusive senses all at once, converting pain into pleasure - but apparently my beloved wife stood far beyond my expectations.

"No, no...! Tsubaki and the others will see me... from... Huh!

With a face I fell in love with, she would do that.

"Nothing, okay. Show him, 'I am a wicked wife who pleases her husband with her teeth moulded'."

"Oh... terrible... terrible..."

Having said that, plenty of saliva was dripping from the City Princess's honeypot in front of her.

Imagine being seen by the samurai as a vivid testament to the fortune of the couple, and they will remember the stingy, monstrous sexiness.

By the way, in this day and age, the familiarity of the wife of the great house of fame takes a lot of work, and without the help of the samurai, it is not something that can be accomplished in the end.

In other words, when I put tooth shapes and kiss marks on the skin of the City Princess, the samurai immediately said, "You enjoyed last night."

"What's terrible... First of all, what is this wetness?"

Make the city princess's horny fissure current and try to stifle her wife with words as she breathes.

Then she turned bright red and covered her face with both hands.

But that's a sign of the slutty expectations of being a city princess.

My legs are cracked open to welcome me, and above all, I won't even resist trying to hide that hole with my hands, which holds plenty of love liquid.

If she had been a former girlfriend, she would have at least shown her disgrace and resistance to closing her legs perfectly and showing off her crotch.

But now the princess is embarrassed to see me in secret, and she wants to be blamed for it in words.

Married for a month. It is the result of several sets almost daily, of repeated sexual intercourse and discipline. It's emotional inside.

"Wow... what, this..."

When I open the big puffy labia with both hands, the thick female odor irritates my nasal cavity as soon as possible.

A bunch of slutty mucus creates a bridge between the labia minora, and the vaginal orifices behind it are overflowing.

"City, you..."

"Don't tell me... Please don't tell me..."

No, no, shaking her head, the princess begs with a sweet voice.

"Weird... weird, it is..."

"Sure would be weird, so annoying, so grumpy..."

Phew, and breathing, the city princess shook her hips frightened, and her vaginal orifice looked like she was going to want something when she was puffy.

"Ah... Hino..."

"Not at all, I was a slut for a long time when I was a virgin... but you've come to a great place, too"

"Oh, that's..."

I get emotional and stick my right index finger and middle finger into my vaginal foramen.

Then there was no resistance, and her vaginal foramen welcomed my fingers and wrapped them in a muffled meat wall.

Though it has been disinfected, it's because I stuck my injured fingertips in it - naturally the tingling pain runs.

As I guessed it, the warm fleshholes showed a gentle encirclement of my scars.

But I didn't ask for such care to explore the honeypot.

"Hih... ahhh! No, no, no, no, no!

The whore fissure of the city princess starts playing a slutty sound as the piston of my hand starts to buzz.

My palm touches the pubic nucleus every time it moves, crushing it, sending direct pleasure into the princess's body.

"Oh, oh! No, I'm good... Yikes..."

Slutty words that are a product of my education.

Assuming there were people outside, this volume would be outrageous. Or the water noise leaking out of the honeypot.

My dear wife's hips moved twitchy, and I held down the motion with my left hand - continuing to caress her intensely with my fingers.

The light of reason is rapidly lost from the eyes of the princess of the city, so that the hips envied by every man escape pleasure.

"Wow... Dear Dear Dear Dear Dean... Dear Dear Dear Dean...!

And she shouted my name at the top - shaking her body violently, eating and tightening my fingers with her lower mouth.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

Pull your fingers out of the honeypot with cucumber, and you'll see plenty of loose mucus clumped together.

I flipped the princess's body, and when I silenced my fingertips and stuck them in the princess's mouth - she licked them up with her shameful, tiny tongue tip, then opened their glossy lips.

"Mm... mmm... mmm..."

My fingertips are wrapped in warm internal mucous membranes.

Then, the rough tip of my tongue drains the mucus from my fingertips.

From the City Princess, that's supposed to be a humiliating thing to let her lick her own disgrace, but she let her expression slip away and keep shaking my fingers carelessly.

"Huh... Huh!

But when I stroke Clitoris up with my left hand, was it unexpected that the City Princess would interrupt my service to my fingers?

I saw my wet right hand with the Princess's saliva and decided to stick the liquid straight into her pubic nucleus.

"Ya... yay..."

While hidden in her foreskin, she strokes her slightly faceted pubic nucleus okay, and the city princess exhales loudly as she fell in love.

Eventually I put my lips closer to the adorable clitoris that glanced at me from my foreskin. And when I peck gently with my lips, I decide to use my tongue to gently caress them.

"Ah...! Dear Chancellor, there, there... Mm-hmm..."

Licking her to stroke her erect pubic nucleus up with her tongue, the city princess gasped and grabbed the cloth to let herself twist wide.

"Become... Dear President... forgive me already... please... Mmm..."

She completely relaxes the muscles in her body as she cramps her hips.

Once she wakes up and peeks into the beauty of the city princess, she turns to her side in all shame.

I whispered gently in her ear, slurping her hair.

"City, what's wrong? What do you want me to forgive?

"I... mess with you... the chancellor messes with you..."

With lukewarm eyes, the City Princess raises a protest at me small.

Looking closely at her face, I rubbed up that soft breast with my left hand - I felt moist soft and definite weight in my palms.

I touched it enough to get bored, but I'm not getting bored at all. It's really strange flesh.

Start by crawling your tongue on your left nipple and stiff (lump) it in a light peach color.

Rubbing it at my fingertips, I put my right nipple in my chest, sucked it up, and then...

Defeat your body and lick up your neck muscles as you hang on to the City Princess.

From there, if you lip her and tangle your tongue - it's just for me, the love whore.

"I want..."

The city princess shrugs in disgrace as she lays her eyes down.

I asked as I stroked her cheek.

"What do you want...?

"Dear Mr. Chang Zheng, you are so... fat and... splendid... penis..."

The princess opens her crotch wide and begs with a scratchy voice as she cracks open her big labia with her own hands.

"I can't stand it... Lord Chang's, have mercy... oh... please go to the city's, Manko's..."

I get to the extreme of excitement when I see the princess of the city spinning in embarrassment at the hidden language I've taught her, and grab that creepy hip.

And he pressed the painfully stiff tip of the Big Sun into a cuddly horny hole, pushing his hips forward.

Soft, hot ecstasy walls greet me as soon as possible.

"Ki... Ha..."

If my stiffness reaches the mouth of her womb, I glance at her face and the city princess squeals with her swinging face.

And speaking of me, I was already sadly about to get out by the extra daughters.

I guess some of the reasons I kept fighting by the war.

In the realm of life and death, instincts want to keep their genes for future generations.

If that happens, my brain will give me directives to ejaculate there as well as pleasure - it's not like I'm ever premature ejaculation. It's not called premature ejaculation. We have to make sure it's important.

"Dear Mr. Chang Zheng... properly, to the city..."

- Please come back.

The City Princess bursts into tears.

"Please... Master Chang... let me reassure you... that you are all right now... give me a hug and give me peace of mind..."

When I turned my hands around her shoulders, I dropped my face on her breasts and pinched her nipples with my lips and licked her.

If you move your hips down, the princess scratches my head with a sobbing voice.

The vaginal orifice of the princess shrunk when she stood her teeth against a thin peachy nipple with a curved (lump) erection.

"Ahhh... ahh..."

The city princess is gasping and grabbing the cloth with both hands all over her body, taking sexual pleasure.

If I slap Gatsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungushingsutsungutsungutsungutsungushingsutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungushing

She can't afford it as much as I can.

I can tell from the contraction of my wife's vaginal foramen, her voice, and the degree of tension in her body.

Ever since we got married - because we've layered our bodies over and over again, dozens of times and over 100 times.

I held down her hip, trembling, and I even waved the Big Sun.

No technique, no shit, really primitive moves.

But me and the princess felt so secure and fulfilled that there was no more.

Tell them that you are alive, that you are blessed and relieved.

That was the essence of sexual activity, and that was where me and the City Princess were without falsehood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

When the Princess's body jumps again, it becomes cramped.

Tighten and lick my meat stick.

Her hands were creating deep wrinkles (wrinkles) when she squeezed the cloth.

But I don't mind waving.

The city princess shuddered her hips to hide her eyes with both hands and endured my violent love as she leaked her fierce gasp.

"City... beautiful... really, beautiful...!

"Dear Chang Zheng... Mm-hmm..."

The magnificent color of the City Princess dramatically increases the pleasure signal leaking out of my brain.

Me and my girlfriend devour each other's lips and melt each other together without a scratch - not as if we could afford each other, but as if to solicit thoughts about a loving being that abhors our breath in front of us.

To the audience, on a cheap stage called a rag, me and the princess tangle their tongues violently, waving each other's hips and playing a concerto with dirty water sounds.

From our mouths there was the sound of salivating, and from our lower bodies there was the sound of pampering and horny liquid playing in the narrow space of each other's hips.

"Ah... ah... no, Master Chang... I'll be back..."

With a sweeping voice on my back, the City Princess complains.

Are you unconscious, or are you doing it intentionally - the City Princess was showing accurate hip movements against my hip movements.

If I pull my hips, I pull her hips, and if I stick my hips out, I push her hips out, too.

That increases friction and compression on each other's genitals, and more pleasure builds up on their hips -.

"Ahhh... ahhh... this is so... wow, wow..."

Sobbing and crying, the city princess put her strength into the hand she turned on my back.

Scratch my back, scratch my back, squeeze it in my arms, twist my body.

Her beautiful dark hair, wet with sweat, sticks to her white skin and is extremely glossy visually.

"Dear Chang Zheng... Dear Chang Zheng...!

The eyes of a horny, wet city princess are about to complain about their physical persecution.

And it was also the "snare" she made me look like.

"One shot first... I'll get it out!

"Phew, phew... mmm... mmm"

I proclaim that and then lay my lips on the City Princess and unleash the roll.

A large amount of sperm made of testicles runs up to the vast area of the spermatozoa near the bladder (pupa). Then, the constriction of the smooth muscle ejected the sperm - the secretion fluid from the seminal sac mixed with the prostate fluid from the prostate (asthma), which became a massive amount of semen and was sprayed with Dovadova by the City Princess's uterus.

"Ah... I'm out... I'm full of hot..."

The princess's leg tangles up my waist and drinks up "more" semen.

The princess was squeaking in my throat, shaking her body.

My beloved wife apparently doesn't like to be kissing as much as possible when she's at her peak.

The woman's peak is long against a man who tastes and satisfies catharsis at the moment of ejaculation. It can be seconds to dozens of seconds before it comes down once it rises to height, or maybe three minutes in a long person.

I mean, in the meantime, the City Princess wants to be hooked on kissing me or something.

And don't kiss me. (a) If you keep letting me, I'll just peel it off the next morning.

"Really... you look so good"

"Hmm... Huh... Nchu..."

Mouth each other and slowly move your hips as you stroke your head.

This is often a virginal man mistaken, but hindplay is more important than foreplay.

It's just a hoax that a woman realizes to a man, "I am loved..." If I say this about sex, I have a story to tell, but I think it's "If it's over, it's all good".

Even if you make mistakes in foreplay and end up not letting them play during the production, if you do the afterplay carefully, you will forgive the rough stuff - or something that satisfies you.

"Oh... cute, beautiful... colorful... I don't want to give it to anyone, I don't want to let go..."

And I have to compliment them because I can exaggerate them a little.

A woman always dreams of a lovely relationship so that a man can't graduate from Sickness II after all this time. Besides, there is no such thing as a person who is not happy to be praised.

"Ya... no... Dear President, I am ashamed..."

The princess turned away in disgrace. Her vaginal orifice tightens up my big sun. Thus, when the remaining juice from the semen left in the Big Sun leaked, it was taken into the City Princess's Epic Meat Wall.

"But here you are... awesome"

"Yay..."

When I sneak up the two joints with my fingertips, they turn bright red and she hides her face with both hands.

I put my hands on both sides of the city princess in that gap, lifted that beautiful body and changed my attitude.

In other words, I went down and rode the princess over my waist.

"Hey... City"

"Why...?

Beating down her body, I stroked her head gently. Although, of course, the lower body remains merged.

"Me, your beautiful... pretty... colorful, I'd love to see more"

"Yes... I don't... eh"

It distracts me a lot.

Hmm, is it still medium difficult though the tuning has moved forward quite a bit?

Then we have no choice but to strike out to the last resort.

"Me... If Lord Nobunaga hadn't come this time, I might have died..."

――

He gave me a pretty spicy look and I squeaked like that. It's an act, of course.

But this is the case. The princess looks at my face like it's been played, clouding her face. Looks like you got caught up in my imminent act.

"Honestly, I've been dying so many times... this time"

"Dear President..."

She has a look on her face that worries about me and hands on my cheeks.

My chest hurts, but it's the first time I've done it, I'm going to do it thoroughly.

"In Decaying Wood Valley, I had to split up my soldiers and fight 5,000 Takeda troops with 500 troops. Fortunately, though I managed because the Separate Action Team moved... I still can't stop trembling when I think"

……

The City Princess is silent, holding her breath and holding her own chest with a very spicy look.

Apparently, she reproduced my placed situation in her brain as a girlfriend and became emotional about her "loving husband ready to die and face the great army with widows".

"But even after I got through it, it was later. Asai Momentum surrounded by 20,000 in Asakura, 8,000 in Hexagon, and 3,000 in Saito...... was hopeless. I just scratched my feet and all I could do was despair..."

"Dear Chang Zheng...... Huh!

My beloved wife, hyperventilating, holding her chest with both hands and shaking her body.

In her, what desperate situation am I in? I can't help but wonder.

Nevertheless, the current city princess imagined my situation exaggerated, hearing my weak voice, which she blindly believed to be a hero (a hero) - apparently stirred up a tremendous appetite for asylum.

He strokes my cheek as if he was working on me.

"That's when it was always in my head... City, it was you..."

……

"I want to get in touch with you again... and I want to hug you again... and I've been thinking about all that. Ha... I don't mind you mocking me for being so feminine."

"I won't do that... Huh!

The princess looked like she was about to cry now and shook her head.

"It is splendid......! Your Eminence is splendid......! You should be able to cheat on such a chief executive!

"Thanks......!

I embrace her mightily in my act of immediacy.

It's a farce, but if it's not noticed to be a farce, it can also be recognized as a noble play.

"So, please... City"

"Yes... Yes... Huh!

"I... want to see all of you...! We don't know when we're going to die. It's a time. At least I don't want to compromise on you, my love, and I want to know all about you!

"Dear Chang Zheng!

Ooh... I don't know what I'm talking about myself either, and I'm just saying something that sounds like it, but it's been like some subtly touching scene.

The City Princess is coming with me in tears, and I think it's time for this to go.

"So... what? That's what I want to see about you beautiful, cute and colorful..."

I don't know what that means. I don't even know what this looks like.

But the princess snorted in tears, drunk with my beloved words and the air.

I'm sure there's a magnificent love story going on in her...... probably.

"Look, city...... why don't you just slow down and get on your knees? Yeah, yeah, like that."

"Ah..."

Chiru, and my meat stick fall out of the City Princess's honeypot.

Then, according to gravity, the cloudy liquid that I smashed unrestrained leaked.

Naturally, it's dripping over my big sun losing its power.

"City, try to make a fist with your right hand"

"Here, here...?

"Yeah, so just stretch your index finger and middle finger."

"Yes, sir"

There's no way it's going to make sense to say "piece sign" in this day and age, and you have no choice.

"It feels like putting that index finger over your brow... yes, like that. So I want you to open it with your left hand."

"... only this time... so..."

Burning with shame, the princess moves as I instruct her.

And it was right in front of me.

She looked like a beautiful brunette long titted girl, standing on her knees and deciding to sign a piece, cracking open the shade of a woman drooling her samen with one hand.

(Shit, this is an awesome sight)

My Big Sun, who was doing his best, rises and resurrects when it swells.

And completely up, my son stuck vitane to the city princess's lower abdomen.

You're surprised by the fever, she screams small.

"City, paint my penis with my semen you were drooling."

"Huh... Huh...?

"Come on, come on"

"Yes..."

A reality that is probably going in the opposite direction (real) rather than roughly different from the love story played out in the city princess's brain until earlier...

But it's a first-rate wife-loving tutor who keeps going without stopping there.

The city princess is really working up my big sun with a hand gesture she's used to, while intertwining a wet zamen is moving her hands - sometimes with her neck tilted. Lovely.

"Oh, um... now, okay...?

"Oh great... I knew you were, like, the best woman for me...!

Praising her slightly exaggerated, the princess gives her a tickling look.

But...

"Well then... swallow this one of mine with your mum"

……

The grin is quickly replaced by shame.

The best beautiful girl in Japanese history shook her head, no, while my rigid, belly slapped and stuck.

I reach for her big, soft breasts and ask as she rubs in.

"Kid, don't you want it?

"I want... I want"

It was a quick answer.

The princess, ashamed, tells me as she reveals her desire from the bottom of her heart.

"Then you can use my son right now... it would be incredibly easy to conceive"

"What...?

"Think about it and see. Now my meat stick is painted on the semen that makes you pregnant. Imagine... rubbing my sperm against your vaginal orifice and pushing it into your womb."

"Ahhh... ahh..."

"You know what? It's easy to get pregnant. Right?

succumbing to my extremely retarded logic, the City Princess stared at me with a demonic anticipation and snorted.

Ha-ha, roughly breathing, accompanied by a wet big sun in one hand, the city princess brings a little hips before slowly swallowing.

"Ah... ah... go in... come in..."

Despite my instructions, the insertion itself took place entirely at the initiative of the City Princess - and she was holding her hands against my chest and breathing.

It still seems hard to swallow my son.

No, the tip part of Big Sun's turtle head had a deep kiss with the mouth of the uterus, and the sweet meat wall is gently wrapped around the pole.

So sweet, so warm.

It feels like that, like a mother wrapping her children around.

"Hey, Mr. Chang's is... good for you after all..."

Says the city princess with a dirty grin.

And suddenly he started waving his hips.

It adds not only up and down movements, but also lateral movements like turning my hips, and I embrace the pleasure as well as the confusion.

"That's amazing..., that hips movement...!

"Oh, ya, hiya..."

Up, down, left, right, wanting to wave her hips endlessly, the city princess smiles completely wandering.

"'Cause... Hiu... Nah, the chancellor... Yeah... he's poking me a lot... Hiu... you know what makes me feel better... Huh!

That was exactly the moment when the mask of a beautiful, chaste wife peeled off - my only dedicated whore showed up.

If I protect you, I lose, if I don't attack you at all...

The attack is the biggest defense. I followed that instinct and started poking up at Gatsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsungutsung when I held down the princess's rambling horny hips.

"Awesome...... ugh!? What the heck is this... doom sucks...! Why are you so tight......!

"No, I don't... don't say such indecent things, Dear Chancellor... Ah... no, back, good... eh"

The City Princess's honeypot had turned away from the kindness of her mother until earlier, and had transformed into a meat hole specializing in "squeezing out" like a succubus.

I can mercilessly tighten up, rub up, and suck up my big sun.

I no longer had the fear of losing my advantages in the sexual sense that I had been in possession of.

"Ahhhh! But wow... wow no...! Chang Zheng's, penis! The city is scraping...! The back is stuck too... this is nice no... eh!

Poor husband who is confused by his wife's transformation.

At this time, for some reason, the fruits of the discipline that I've planted with the City Princess exploded all at once.

The princess flicks her jaw and swings her hips in an inverted position.

Yummy and beautiful boobs shake and visually they are awfully nasty.

She keeps leaking even the hidden words I've taught her through her mouth as she spreads the color across the ordinary person at her leisure.

"Feel good? Hey, Chief Executive... Feel good?

The City Princess asks with her hands on both my cheeks as she waves her hips off of me.

I'm no longer the only one in her eyes. Just look at me and throw away all the shame by emptying out all the other elements.

"Very... good"

"Dear Chang Zheng, I love you......"

Mumbling against my lips, the princess tells me to gasp.

"You can't... you can't...? You can't skip the present (depression) on a girl other than me... Hih..."

I understood at that moment, in the corner of my confused head.

Municipal princess has already learned about Princess Ji.

"Ahhh... no, no... it feels so good right away... no... no, no, no, no, no, no!

My beloved wife shakes her hips, shakes her hair, and shakes her beautiful boobs big, like she would prune all the sperm I had in her.

I could no longer think of anything, with my head empty, and I was only waiting for a decisive time until I even ejaculated.

The princess falls into my chest with a delightful look, licking my nipples with a pepper, wriggling it with her fingertips, as she crawls her tongue from chest to neck and squashes it in her ears.

The move is usually of the caress I do to her. So - perhaps she's unconsciously moving to give you back what feels good.

"Chiuuuuuuuu... Chiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The princess rolls both my nipples and devours my inner circle, wanting to wave her hips indifferently over my hips.

- Well, I'm usually just attacking, so maybe I can have one of these once in a while.

I shuddered my hips all the way through thinking about that in a corner of my head.

"Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear Dear,

The city princess whispers in my ear, leaking a hot exhale.

"Is the chancellor also a good one? (a) Will he? In this part of the city, are you like a bu?

The princess asks as she rolls my nipples, wanting to wave her hips.

"The city... the city feels too good, and I can't do it anymore... I want to come, I want to come...! But I can't do it without Mr. Chang's seed..."

So, says the city princess with a lewd grin on her clear beauty.

"Please let me out... Please let me out a lot of this... of the city's chief executive...!

"Wow... tighten up... ugh!

"With the chancellor, I want to come with you...! Chang Zheng is kind, so always let the city (a) and then let it out... But I don't want to today, with you, but we're good together......! With the chancellor... the city has always been with the chancellor!

The horny fissures of Guchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchuchu

You can't even win. At dawn when the best Japanese girl mesmerized me and spat nasty words, showing off her whore face losing hips...

"I want a young child (slightly) from Mr. Chang Zheng. Just me and the elder governor's infant......! So it has to be inside......! You can't pull it out or call it off. Ah...!

By the way, I love to punch a lot without thinking about the City Princess's tits.

"I love you...... I love you, I will always, always, just the chancellor......!

"Agu...... So, we're out! Get out of the city!

"Let me out, let me out, let me out, let me out. Eh! Hot seeds, fill them up!

I think my urethra is ruptured, so much so that it spits out of my Big Sun.

And at that moment, the city princess was leaning back heavily on her body, shuddering her back and eating my penis with her vaginal foramen.

An overwhelming amount of semen is spit out than before, and the city princess leaves herself to no more joy if she let her face wander.

"Pfft... You're out full... Dear President..."

As if the mother praised the child, the city princess kissed me like pecking on my cheek - smiling back into her usual chaste wife's face.

But in the womb, a large number of samens are probably packed in waves, squeezed out by spectacular sexual moves reminiscent of the succubus.

"Excuse me..."

That said, she lifted her hips and pulled my big sun out of the honeypot.

A stream of semen is flowing down from there as if the dam had broken down, but the city princess does not pass the matter by as if intentionally, and when she drops a kiss on my son wet with semen and love liquid, she begins a polite cleaning fera.

"Dear Chang Zheng, what about your stomach? I think it's about time the turnips boiled..."

When she finished licking her horny liquid, the princess took her brand-new room outfit out of the drawer and fixed herself up. Of course he puts it on me.

"Let's have a little evening for both of us."

The princess pours a porridge with plenty of mountain vegetables in it and offers it to me. There were also salt and miso as seasonings.

Once upon a time, with my unique carelessness after intercourse - right next to the City Princess, I had my first meal in almost a day.

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In conclusion, it couldn't have ended with nothing after that.

Two beloved men and women are pushed into a dim room, stirred by war to survive instincts and stirred up lust. Needless to say, I kept having sex.

As soon as I start eating porridge, the "ahem" of the city princess begins, and I return the "ahem" as well.

And when it escalated, it developed into an advanced play of pouring the chewed porridge into the opponent's esophagus, and when he realized it, he pushed it down and decided to take it out in large quantities.

After that, I tried a petite exposure play that stirred up the princess's shame, or I tried a situation play with my father and the princess having a setting called Daughter, or another light SM that looked out at the princess and slapped her in the ass in the name of Daughter - and there was a lot of color.

In the end, my Big Sun hurts and sucks terribly due to work fatigue. The City Princess's honeypot also swelled bright red by repeated intercourse.

But I don't think I have all the responsibility for the situation play or the "dog trick" because I said it from the city princess.

Whatever it was, after the two of us drowned, we fell asleep due to fatigue, and I woke up around lunch when the sun completely climbed out.

"Ah, good morning... Dear Sir..."

Admitting what happened to me, the princess greets me with a bright red face as I offer her a pattern with water.

Apparently, yesterday's memory wasn't my mistake.

And yet, well, I'm impressed that you can set a separation between day and night for a long time.

"Please wait while we schedule lunch now"

I kept my confused head, scratching my galloping back of my head, staring at the City Princess, who kept working lightly.

Nevertheless, I can't explain why I will always do that.

(Face, let's wash...)

When I grab the bucket, I go outside, pull the water up from the well, store the water in the bucket, and start washing it shabby.

Cold water irritated my skin and refreshed my mind and body.

(Today at noon, what the hell is it?)

Though we ended up "that's what" upset each other last night, we know that the cooking techniques of the City Princess are quite high.

Fortunately, the equation "Pretty Girls Are Poor Cookers", which we often see in Lanobe, was not established.

(I can't help but look forward to the daily milestones when my wife's rice is good)

With such cheerfulness and some clumsiness in mind, when I unwrapped my footwear on the edge, I pulled my footwear straight into the room.

But there...

"Oh, hey! What's the matter with you!?

And my princess pressed her mouth, and moaned bitterly.

I could see Ser's blood pulling away from my face.

"Are you sick? You want to throw up?

To my inquiry, the princess snorts in a stiff and spicy way.

I jump out in a hurry and grab the bucket I left behind and run back to my room.

And he put it out in front of her and slowly rubbed her back.

But the city princess seemed spicy even after she put out something to serve.

I have little medical knowledge.

Rather than that, it is unclear how much we can keep alive in this era even if we knew.

In the world I lived in, I relied overwhelmingly on drugs that were ready-made in terms of disease healing.

When I put the princess to bed, I jump out of the mansion and run to the castle gate.

Once there, the person I missed the most took command of the repair work.

"Hey, direct sutra! Straight ahead!

"Are you in the hall, how are you?"

He cries out, "Sure," looking at me in a panic.

He's still a man I can count on. But whatever it was, I had to inform her of the City Princess's anomaly.

"What...? Your wife is nauseous..."

"That's right, there's nothing so far, and all of a sudden I'm squatting... so!

When the direct sutra shows a bare gesture of thinking only for a moment, he nods, "I know," he said.

And when he told me to go back to the mansion, he ran to another bend at Sugawa Castle. Perhaps you went to get me a doctor.

What a self-contradiction to try to get to it, though I know there is something close to superstition in healthcare in this day and age.

But if I don't, I'm going to go crazy.

When I rushed back to the mansion, I took control of the princess who was about to get up and forced her back to the floor by holding her down to say, "I'm fine."

Thus, while doing so, the direct sutra brings the doctor-like grandmother.

"I'm sorry, but I'd like you to wait outside for a moment"

Following Grandma's words, I stepped out on the edge with my straight sutra.

"Restless for a long time, my lord."

"Naturally!

I was furious at the calm straightness and the words.

"My beloved wife is suffering, you can't possibly be worried!

"Well, calm down, Master Hall"

I don't know how to control me with a lot of direct meridians.

"Perhaps it matters. Besides, the awkward is what used to panic like a hall. It's on the road for everyone."

"What!?

I couldn't figure out what was going on, and I was so frustrated with the creeps that I held back.

I don't know what direct sutra means, but what do you mean by "the way anyone goes"? I had no idea - I was stuck in a spiral that assumed all the worst with glue.

"Dear Hall, Direct Sutra"

Sapphire opens and Grandma's face peeks.

As she invited me, I entered the room with my direct sutra.

The City Princess is already up and staring at me with her zippy, moistened eyes.

"Hey, is the city okay?!? Aren't you sick!?

"Congratulations"

"- What?"

Without answering any questions like cutting off my weir, Grandma throws only words of blessing and is lying flat.

It's like I can't swallow the situation.

Then I pounded my back with my straight sutra confused and urged her to look at my grandmother and the city princess.

And - when Grandma lifted her head, she had a full grin and said:

"I've lived on this road for 50 years. There can be no misdiagnosis. Dear Hall...... Congratulations, ma'am, you are pregnant!

I honestly don't remember much after that.

There must have been a lot of things held by the city princess, the direct sutra crying, the direct sutra flying the messengers and the heavy ministers pushing them to Sugawa Castle - but that was all like a dream, like other HRs, and time quickly passed.

The city princess is now hugging and crying with three samurai attached from the Oda family in her room.

Listening to the joyful cries of the women - I sat alone on the edge, looking at the moon, which remained afloat on the night of Yayoi, mixing the unspeakable feeling of happiness and anxiety that came in with exhalation, I was exhaling.

(Together - at the time that period ended, the city was fertilized...)

Because I'm the one who took her virginity, I can't believe she had sexual intercourse as someone else before marriage.

No wonder he's my kid.

- Father, huh?

I'm the one who lost my parents and lived in a welfare facility, tripped in warring times and gets kids...

Honestly, the anxiety part is too big. Births in this age are life-threatening, and most importantly, because they are extremely unlikely to live until their children grow up.

But still, I smile unexpectedly, reviving the supreme grin of the princess in my brain.

March 1567 -

It was a new sprout of life, after many lives were lost in the war.