Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

"Dear President..."

The city princess on the mattress.

Once again, she called me in a small voice.

Moist eyes mix expectations of what's about to begin with shame and - a touch of anxiety.

She gently touches the City Princess from the top of her kimono in order to drive away all her anxieties like that.

Japanese clothing tends to hide a woman's shape.

But still, if I touched it - I could feel the soft skin under the fabric.

"Huh..."

Feminine soft contour.

A limb that gave birth to a child and changed from a girl - to a feminine body.

The city princess leaks her sweet voice as she strokes her breasts bigger than her prenatal period from above her kimono.

Just listening to that voice made me feel happier than ever before.

"Finally... there, you touched me..."

The city princess looks emotional and tells her to whisper.

"Ever since I got pregnant with a child... I haven't been able to get you to touch me..."

"Right..."

I whisper back with a bitter smile.

"Pretty much, I've been putting up with you...... I am"

"Oh... didn't you hate me?

"Fool."

From both sides of the kimono, the city princess took a demonic sigh as she pressed her chest up.

"Is it something you are, such as a good man who hates his wife's breasts... Rather, I resent being taken by children."

"Ha-ha-ha, I don't know what to say..."

The city princess is laughing.

I'm stunned by the childishness that the good guy in front of me shows, but I'm really glad - such a grin.

"The city no longer belongs only to the chancellor..."

"... me too, I guess"

"Yes... it's a strange thing"

My beloved Ordinary Master grabs my hand with both hands as he crawls over his kimono and gently rubs his cheek.

"... Dear President, I love you. I admire my desire to dedicate the heart of the city…"

"Don't bother. If they dedicate their hearts, you'll die. You're better off telling things than not telling them."

"... Dear President..."

So I wanted to hear more voices.

My beloved wife's exhales, heartbeats, tricks - I wanted to make each of them all my own.

Mouth it on the cheek of the city princess, who is floating with joy, and then whisper in its ear.

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

But contrary to my expectations - the City Princess shows slight resistance.

"Oh, the... if possible, stay like this..."

"... why?

As far as I'm concerned, I don't mind playing dressing.

Rather, it is also the romance of a man to smear a Japanese-style princess in a kimono into a drool until she becomes a dirty princess.

Nevertheless, there's nothing to talk about tonight.

For the first time in about a year, I will be laying my body down for the first time after childbirth...

I wanted to see everything about the City Princess if I could, and I had a desire to touch it straight away.

But my beloved wife apparently doesn't want to take off her kimono.

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

The city princess begins to speak quietly, and with shame, why.

"I... the fact that I conceived a child made a pregnancy line in my stomach... and my nipples grew..."

That's how she insisted.

But what the princess of the city is saying - is that it can normally happen more than being human.

It is an inevitable fact that if you become pregnant, your stomach skin will stretch, and in her case it will be all the more so because she was a twin.

And it's normal again for my nipples to get bigger to feed my baby breast milk.

"I don't care about that..."

"So, but...! It's frightening, seeing my body that has changed, the chancellor disillusions me..."

"I want to hold 'you'... There can't be any such thing as disillusionment."

After a short tour, the City Princess slowly closes her eyes.

I signaled it, and I slowly peeled off her kimono.

Then we finally get to the underwear, the bamboo.

What the City Princess is wearing right now is a brand new, freshly lowered one, pure white without a scratch of dirt.

It's not a thick fabric, so I could see the line of my wife's body clearly watermarked.

"Damn, don't be taken seriously like that..."

The city princess whispers shyly.

"Dear Chang Zheng...... Again, I am ashamed...! Please, keep your kimonos on..."

"No, I will never allow it"

"Ugh... I don't know..."

I slowly reached out and touched my enlarged breasts from the top of my pocket.

It doesn't fit in the palm and is big enough to leak out the puff.

If you rub it with a little force, my wife will gasp like she did on her nose and twist herself.

"Oh... no, it's... If you get rubbed, rub it... Mmm."

The softer you rub your breasts the more fever you get into the Princess's wheeze.

Sometimes I guess it's mind-boggling that you haven't touched me in almost a year - but I guess the bigger reason than that lies in the sensitive nipples that are specific to breastfeeding women and secrete breast milk.

The more the breasts distort the heels in their hands, the more the nipples rub into the fabric of the claws.

"Right...... I need to rub it slowly and gently... huh?

"Damn, that's not what...! Oh, hi-noo..."

When the nipple is given a gentle and gentle massage from the top of the jaw - the city princess puts her eyebrows down and takes a troubled sigh.

Such a lovely trick, picking busty tops over underwear. If you please...

"Mm-hmm, ahh... ahh..."

- From his wife's lips, her moist gasp leaked and her voice grew gradually louder.

Such princess luster, twisting the willow hips and squeezing the mattress with both hands.

"Oh, no... no...! Dear Chancellor, no, no... I'm leaving, because I will...!

"... what do you mean, out?

"It's, it's...! Ha... ahhh... ahhh!

The princess's nipples, which had been picked over the cuckoo.

From there, breast milk swelled away.

Warm bodily fluids that stick around my fingertips, colored like rice grinding juice.

Once released, the breast milk drips from the thickness and nipple without stopping anymore.

"So... I told you...!

I can't help but be ashamed.

With that color all over her face, in a voice that's about to disappear, the princess hits a grudge festival.

"But you drooling your milk... I can't help but love you"

"Hmmm......!

Softly he inserts his hand under his crotch and strokes his breast, which is sticky with his breast milk.

The princess leaked a sweet whisper when she stuck her pins and hardened nipples gently.

"... I'll take it off"

"Duh, really...?

"Oh, I really do"

After I sat down, I gently held the Princess's body.

And when I pompously tuck her body over my legs, I hug her tighter.

You felt my chest plate on your back - you must have been relieved.

Let the gentle breath leak through the neck of the city princess, lay it on her lips, softly on her own.

In the meantime, if you take off your crotch and pay it off - my dear wife will eagerly press her lips hard, as if to delude her embarrassment.

"Mm-hmm..."

A city princess with a mouthful raised her arms and wrapped them around my head.

It's a trick that actresses often show in movie love scenes, but there is indescribable goodness that their wives come naturally to behave about it.

"… City"

"Chang Zheng, Sama..."

Release your lips as you bridge the silver bridge, and me and the City Princess take a hot glance at each other.

It was she who moved the situation.

And he pressed his lips from the princess of the city, and his gruesome, poor lips sucked up all over him.

"Chiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

My wife's lips are as aggressive as trying to deceive the tension associated with her first post-partum sexual activity.

But there's also that, deeply mouthed, and we immerse ourselves in just the two of us as we tangle our tongues.

"Mmm... ah...!

The princess raised her voice as if she were surprised.

Because my hand touched my breasts swollen by pregnancy.

That sounds like a water balloon, though, and it's getting strained into a bee.

"No, no...! There, Mr. Chang Zheng...!

"Fine."

While sealing the City Princess's resistance, I gently massage the entire breast so as not to irritate the nipples that are causing my breast milk to leak out.

The fact that women's bodies are undergoing various changes for their babies during breastfeeding - you won't have to dare.

One of them is chest tension.

2-3 hours for the baby to sleep and wake up repeatedly.

With this time span, breast milk starts to build up in the breast, and with a little irritation, it leaks outside.

Breast milk leakage, by the way, was also a problem that plagued postpartum women considerably.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

"Doesn't it hurt?

I whisper in her ear dyed bright red as I wander through the breasts of the City Princess.

"It would be hard to stick it on so much bread...... Though it's for the sake of the child, it's really... head down..."

"Oh, no... ah..."

My beloved Ordinary seemed itchy, while he loosely kept his back in my chest.

"If you don't break the tension on your breasts, it will be hard for you too... most importantly, it will be hard for Wanfu Maru and Tea to drink milk. Don't worry, I won't make it worse..."

"Yes, the city trusts you about the chancellor, so I never thought you'd do anything wrong. - Ha!

The princess's upper body trembles.

My index finger, middle finger, and thumb were pressed all the way into her breasts - like pinching a milk wheel.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

And if you pick the root of the milk wheel and you move three fingers, it's from the princess's nipple.

"Look, don't look... don't look...!

- Bullshit, and her breast milk blows out stronger.

It had a strange scent that calmed my mind somewhere. It splashed over the bedding and bedding.

"It's okay, just shut up and give yourself up to me..."

"But......! Oh, uh... oh, no... Huh!

Slowly, gently and politely, I will continue to milk the City Princess.

My brothers who have played with breast milk will know that this fluid contains ingredients such as lactose and fat, so it is also quite sticky.

So women right after childbirth are afraid that their breast milk will splash, and they often have sex with breastfeeding bras with special pads on them?

(I don't know because there's no bra in this day and age... no, well... maybe I should make it...)

However, it seems difficult to create a bra.

Because I once measured the size of the drug fingers of Princess Shi and Princess Ji, and instead I had asked a friend village to produce a precision ring - but I haven't received any reports that it's finished.

Even the ring, yes.

Modern brassiere, a fusion of metals and cloth products, it was not difficult to imagine that its production would require a high degree of technical competence.

"The city is working really hard for me...... Lack of sleep, chest strained like this... it'll be tough"

"Oh, no... no, from... ugh..."

Also, breast milk erupts vigorously from the City Princess's nipples.

Since breast milk does not always come out of the top of the nipple, several strips of milky way were depicted in the universe.

"I love you... with the chancellor, my child... so. You know, it's tough... love wins more than that... hmm."

Jin, and the back of my heart gets hot.

I was trembling with emotion as I gently squeezed my breast milk from the roots of the City Princess's breasts.

"City... you really..."

How could you do that to me?

Forget me and say it forcefully to the rest of the emotion.

My beloved Ordinary accepted such an act of mine naturally and opened his lips as if to welcome him in.

My tongue glides in as it sucks into it, like eating peppers and melons - such a watery sound starts to sound from within my mouth.

"Mmmm..., mmm... ahh... mmm..."

The city princess is milked while her husband hugs her and is happily interested in a deep kiss.

All sexual activity has been recorded here lately in the "Box of Transcripts" without any rejection - but I can see her exhilarating with pride in the position of wanting to see it back again and again later.

Nevertheless, if you squeeze too much, you run out of Wanfumaru and tea to smoke, so maybe it's time to stop.

Though I don't think I need to worry about that much, since I am a city princess with a lot more breast milk than a normal pregnant woman.

"Oh... this is awesome... Breast milk everywhere..."

"Phew... mmm..."

"Here, stop it already. Let's stop the milking."

Is it because the stinging, painfully heavy breasts just freshened up a little and made me feel fluffy?

The princess grabs my hand so she can sweeten it and milk it "more".

By the way, as far as I know - the very act of milking, the way it feels on the women's side, has a huge personal difference.

Let's just say.

Some wives I know said they didn't even like to be touched because their nipples hurt and hurt while they were milking.

Some people have said, "I like the way it feels like a lot of dirt was removed when I got my ear done."

The latter, in short, I suppose you want to say that you don't feel the liberation of what was accumulating all at once...

Whatever it is, the City Princess is apparently included in that type as well.

(Nevertheless... this would be too much of a swing...)

Where has the shame disappeared until earlier?

No, despite the fact that she spreads breast milk on the bedding, on the mulch, or even on the handicap - the City Princess is already only conscious of being sweet on me.

Perhaps it's because she doesn't remember suffering from milking or breastfeeding or other milking practices, but that's nothing short of saying she's still alive in childcare.

"City... I'll touch you"

Declaring so, he persists in kissing while disturbing his exhalation, reaching for the lower half of the sweetening City Princess.

He gently clumps his closed thighs, breaks through them and touches them to peer through the secrets with his fingertips.

It was all over the heat there - but again, it wasn't very wet.

"Ah... Nana, well... there... ha ha ha ha ha ha"

But the city princess totally uplifts her face and cares about it.

It's not that I don't feel this - it was also a unique phenomenon, common to postpartum women.

During lactation, even among the hormones secreted in the female body, the amount of estrogen secreted, especially from the ovaries, will be reduced.

Estrogen has a variety of effects, but in short, it is a hormone that promotes "feminine body making".

And because one of the actions of this hormone is to increase vaginal moisture in order to smoothly bind sperm to eggs...

In other words, this reduces - i.e. directly leads to "less wet".

For this reason, when you ask your obstetrician about postpartum sex, do you often get the suggestion that you "might as well use lubricants like lotions"?

It is also a normal time not to get wet with or without the will or feeling of a woman.

"City... you are truly beautiful..."

"Ahhh... ahh..."

Whispering love in the ear of the City Princess, my fingertips are pushing open the crack and massaging my labia cunnilingly.

There is not enough love liquid to insert it as it is.

Running into her vagina without getting wet enough could have damaged her vagina and in the worst case, could have led to death by infection.

(Well, what's up)

I ate the City Princess's ears, licking and sipping - hugging my frightened and trembling wife's limbs, while politely continuing to untie her pussy.

Sometimes I'm attacking her weakness, her ears, and the moisture is getting a little more...

However, if you keep on stepping without getting too wet, there is an increased likelihood that Hail Maru and the tea will wake up and start twirling your milk.

(There's no reason to let boulders breastfeed while merging with the princess of the city...)

When I was thinking about something very disloyal, a name came to mind unexpectedly.

"... right, isn't there? The natural lotion."

I get the princess off my lap, get up, and stand right in front of her.

"... what is it, sir?

Tong and his sticky, hot gaze.

It was a girl sitting down. The princess of the city looking up at me - very slutty, beautiful.

That you expose a hot standing meat stick in front of your wife like that goddess.

It felt as if it desecrated the very concept of beauty - more than ever, it was frightening.

I guess pleasure is exactly this feeling.

"City... oh, you're a really... beautiful and nasty woman..."

"Ah......"

of the city princess, a small voice raised with lust.

Yeah, I'm in good shape - because I started rubbing my penis in front of her.

"Well... I can't believe you're alone..."

The city princess snaps at the chop, licks her fingers, and gently inserts those hands into her groin.

And I'm slowly starting to move my hands, but it's not like I want to have a masturbation reciprocal viewing party.

"City, keep your crotch wide open"

"Do you have a...?

"Oh, I'd love to see the utensils inside with my fingers if possible..."

"... ugh"

The city princess smiles sluttily, cracking open its secret cleft at her fingertips and revealing it.

You showed me the hidden language that was planted on me, manipulating it naturally. There it is - a healthy salmon pink color, even though you've had two children.

I guess this is physique that your pussy isn't blackened. My beloved wife's place remained so beautiful that she didn't think she was a midwife.

Nevertheless, some parts had to change inevitably.

One of them, for example, was the labia minora.

It fit inside the labia majora before the birth. It sticks out and feels slightly spread.

But the more difficult it is to describe, the more seductively coloring the pussy, the more seditious it is - this may be more of a pleasure.

Another thing that has changed visibly is the vaginal foramen.

Few postpartum mothers have the problem of having their vaginal mouths open.

In short, the problem is that the vagina itself is stretched out by producing a high-mass object called a child out of its vaginal foramen, which is hard to get back into.

In the case of the city princess, her vaginal mouth doesn't go back with it open - but it certainly feels more expansive than prenatal.

Though, he's letting sluts open and close it. That's a very cute thing there.

A thoroughly open horny fissure. widened labia minora and vagina mouth.

Just above such a nasty sight is the reason why there are beautiful boobs that drain breast milk thickly - the speed at which you handle the big sun also increases acceleratively.

"Oh... but from your penis, the sauce...! Such a waste..."

Leaks a voice like the Princess of the City floated as she stares into the hole so much of the running fluid overflowing from my Big Sun.

She has her labia cleaved open with her right finger, but at some point her left hand gently stretched out there - from the top of her cautious foreskin, crunching the clitoris.

Without such a glossy look on my wife's face, I set my sights on her horny fissures and unleashed the roll of her lower body.

"Ah... no, all of a sudden... Huh!

dull, unannounced clouds.

That snuggles and pollutes the lower body of the city princess.

But when my beloved wife rescued it with both hands, she pushed the semen into her vaginal orifice with her right hand - and when she put her left hand close to her nose, she began to squeal.

"Nana Masa... Oh, Nana Masa... This, Nana Masa..."

The City Princess, who indulges in the smell of semen with an inadvertent trance face, is like a succubus.

But as I approached him slowly, I gently held both hands painted with semen - as if it were time for a devout virgin nun to pray to God.

And on my lips, he mouths me softly.

I know you want to give me another deep kiss to judge from where I'm getting sticky eyes - but that's not what I want to do.

"Ah... Nana, Sama..."

Municipal princess vagina wet with semen.

She solved it by masturbating herself. There she was already fluttering.

In that hole, insert your fingers with plenty of semen and slowly and gently stir.

"Ah, ah... yubi... no!

I guess I no longer even work decent thinking.

The princess leaked a sweet gasp like every wow and was in a position to tolerate everything I did.

"Of you... really, it's been a while..."

But is it because of the smell of semen - the city princess, who is totally kidding, doesn't even have time for emotion.

He is pressing his mouth with both hands to keep his voice from leaking as he jiggles his limbs.

"Ah...! Hmmm... Nkioo...!

I tend to forget that I'm immersed in the two worlds, but I'm just around the corner sleeping with all the wonderful circles and teas.

When you can wake up here, it's nothing but a reminder.

"Nana Masa... Nana Masa Well... Huh!

But I don't even care if it gets better - the City Princess drifts an aura of courtship from her whole body to my arms, tearing down the secret.

"... what's going on?

"That's, uh... that's... very, very comfortable..."

"Well, that's good"

"But then... the city, the city..."

A wife moisturizing her eyes as she lurks, revealing her admiration like a maiden in love.

"Suki... suki... suki, but no...! So, uh... so..."

"So...?

"Quickly... instead, come... no... eh!

Really, how can you be so cute - my wife.

If you slowly pull your fingers out of your vagina, the city princess will come open with her hands slutty fissures, twisting and shaking her hips.

"... oh yeah"

I squeeze the roots of the Big Sun and gently push the bell mouth - into the vaginal mouth full of semen.

Approximately over a year of mating.

How much I've been waiting for this day...

"Mm-hmm..."

The vaginal orifice that gave birth to the child - without any resistance - swallowed up the sagging and male roots, even though it was only a little pressed.

"City... wow, deeper and deeper..."

"... Huh... Ha... Ah..."

The cum and vaginal foramen contract.

Nevertheless, we still don't have the same vicious power we once had.

Now it just came gently wrapped up, not very much but it didn't feel "tight".

"... City?

"... Mama, Mama..."

But right now, physical pleasure, etc. - I don't care.

From the beautiful eyes of the city princess, two or several tears fall.

"Welcome back... DON'T DO...! 1 YEAR... I am lonely...! But now again like this...... Huh! Welcome back, Nana... Huh!

"Oh...... I'm home. Finally, I feel like I'm back..."

Me and the City Princess devour each other's lips obsessively, savoring the comfort of loose contractions.

The tongue enters the interior, staggering, licking and sipping each other.

Big Sun, buried in a frightening pot of meat, cramped so frightened that his emotions filled him up.

"Whoa... whoa... I'll... I'll... Mm-hmm"

I'm slowly starting to move my hips.

When it comes to moisture, it's about my semen, and the vaginal orifice doesn't even have as much love fluid.

But I'm sure the princess remembered the pleasure, and she was obsessed and wanted my lips.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Sometimes it's been quite a while since I've had sexual intercourse, and I'm also very aware that I shouldn't move unscrupulously.

Whenever the meat bars slowly re-explored their vaginal orifices and plowed them - the Princess City's body was on fire and she had begun to beg for me indefinitely.

Stick to me with a hug, push my breasts and sprinkle my breast milk.

And he moved his hips around, even subtly shifting his position so that Clitoris could rub against my hips.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

We sweat from all over our bodies and rub our bodies together all over our breast milk.

If you squeeze her breasts that were being pressed, the breast milk of her darker eyes will erupt.

"Nah... Nah, but I'm sorry...............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

When they picked her nipples and bullied her with rubbish - the City Princess let her eyes turn black and white, turning her back wide.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

My wife is shaking herself in the delight of joy, exposing herself to the shameless appearance of a slut.

A vaginal orifice filled with semen shrunk like a cuddle, and my big sun got slightly entangled with ecstasy.

"Oh... how beautiful..."

Looking at the relaxed limbs and appearance of the City Princess, I slowly move deeper and deeper, hips.

He pulled out to the point where his turtle head was going to fall out, then slowly buried him again - enjoying himself at a slow rate, hoarding his pleasure in his hips.

"Mmmm... hahhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The semen, lubricant, emits a sticky sound and is poppy at the junction.

Slowly from there, I grab the City Princess's willow hips.

"Nana Masa...... Huh! This, no... no, it's comfortable... it's too good... corrupt, it's going to..."

Slightly poking and shaking the mouth of my uterus - I was holding my wife's swinging hips hard.

Her fluffy flesh is working hard, directly, expecting to be smashed with sperm, and she is getting laid.

It is unfortunate that the couple cannot make a fortune for as long as they once did before there are Wanfu Maru and Tea, but there is no way to do it.

"City... today, it's time..."

"Hey, I'm hungry...!

"Oh, I know"

The pleasure of sticking your hips into the city princess, who is desperate to follow her.

And with her hugging harder - I feel like I've definitely seen my way to the end, too.

"City...... it's time"

"Yes, yes...... Huh! Lots, lots of ejaculation, and again - please let the city get pregnant...

"City, city...!

At the thick end of the day, my turtle head swells, and the semen pops out of the bell mouth - smashing into the uterus mouth of the City Princess.

At the moment when the blue sexual runoff polluted the womb of a freshly mothered woman - I was getting the pleasure of having my spine poppy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

The princess turns her back wide into a bow as she opens her eyes wide and zeroes her tears.

Apparently, she felt fuller from a spiritual point of view than from a physical point of view, to the top.

"Ha... ugh... ugh..."

The princess was breathing rough as she dyed her whole body red.

After holding my wife slightly stronger like that, I slowly pull my hips and pull the meat stick out of my vaginal orifice.

Dupu's zero-flowing semen drips like a waterfall, blubbering and trembling with hips cramps.

It's been a long time since I've had sex with a princess, and I feel so full of...

(Replacement mattress, I need to get it out...)

- I saw the awesome state of bedding that got messed up with sweat, breast milk and semen, and I accidentally thought so.