Nobunaga’s Imouto is My Wife

Sometimes in April, Omi is experiencing a full-scale spring.

Compared to last December, when the city princess produced Manfumaru and tea, the temperature at night was higher on each step.

Outside the mansion, gentle night breezes are pleasant.

After some more days, you won't have to worry about cooling your body down and enjoy an evening walk with the City Princess.

With that in mind, me and the City Princess were in the mansion, sleeping on a silk futon.

My beloved Ordinary is pulling his arms around my back and trying to pull them together.

I was holding her body in the same arms again.

By the way, let's no longer care about the fact that records are being made by the 'Box of Transcripts', as is perfectly natural.

"Heh heh... that's warm, Mr. Chang Zheng... Ugh"

The princess is in a good mood, sliding her limbs at me.

With such close contact, you'll see her body is steadily changing.

The limbs, which were originally fleshy, were even more feminine in softness as a result of childbirth.

Healthy fat is softly topped up, and on both arms - you can taste the unique fluffy curves of a menstrual woman.

Perhaps I can say that the beautiful girl of the world has become a beautiful woman.

Knowing a man, conceiving a child - and the city princess who gave birth had already rushed up the adult stairs.

"You're warm too... rather than hot. Just holding it warms your body."

"It's... it's hot water..."

"... is that all?

"Don't let me tell you..."

Nevertheless, even if the physical appearance changed, naturally, there were things that remained the same.

One of them is the voice.

It's been the same since we met, in a beautiful and easy to hear voice like rolling a bell, says the city princess.

"I... am my wife... You shouldn't be scorching your mind and body with anticipation by lining up your pillow with your loving and admiring husband..."

"City..."

"Ah... Dear Governor..."

Googly, and I can put my strength into my arms.

Along with that, tightening the febrile beautiful body - the city princess slightly distracted her throat.

"Ah, ha..."

Glossy, luminous lips open and troubled exhalations leak out.

A slightly colorful city princess would have no choice but to be caught up.

Doing so, slowly the City Princess's face moved, she looked at me and smiled flutteringly.

"I... am happy... this is how you hug me..."

"Oh well...... No, I'm happy, too. This is how I can monopolize you, my love."

To a smile that even feels divine, I unwittingly slip away from my embarrassment and hug my wife's limbs vigorously.

Then the princess looked like an angel and leaked a devilish whisper.

"If so... more, stronger and stronger - could you give me a hug so that I can make a mark?

"The marks... enough to do that?

"Yes...... I want you to hold me strong enough to strangle the city..."

"But that's..."

I hesitate to whisper to the princess to stir it up.

"Don't love me... would you...? Don't you love me so much that you could kill me...?

"City..."

"Ah... Dear President, more... stronger... eh"

"Here...?

"More... Oh, stronger...!

"Like this, is this good...?

"Ah... ha... ah, yes... yes... ah... happy... eh"

The City Princess's back is so opposite that her hips are likely to break tight.

With her hugs so tight, the city princess gasped - seemingly happy, full of voices.

The feeling of crushed breast enrichment is good.

I guess the contact between my chest and hers is wet because my breast milk is leaking out of the City Princess's nipples.

"Here, city..."

Nevertheless, I couldn't have done that forever.

If you overdo it, there could be an accident.

I knew as bean knowledge that men's excessive "embrace" continued to rank at the top of the list of causes of death during sexual activity in modern times.

"Ya... do it...! Don't stop, don't stop... Long politics - eh."

Like a dog with a weakened arm or a forsaken dog, the normal room creeps with a slight lowering of his eyebrows to.

If you overlap your lips to seal it up - the city princess presses its clear lips as she closes her eyes and shivers her long lashes.

"Hmm... Huh... Chu..."

So did Princess Ji, but the city princess was probably also a maiden. Even if you have children, the thought circuit is a maiden.

Maybe she will continue to be - her heart is pure and she will continue to be a maiden.

No matter how much the body is developed, the mind remains clear and pure all the time.

"Chu... uh, chu... pu... ah... no... more, more... uhh..."

A city princess who pushes hard to get her lips off and asks for it.

Love comes in on such a nasty and adorable look.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Stretching her tongue gently, the princess was happy to lead her inside.

Then I licked and sipped my tongue and wondered if I had eaten it with my lips, and it chewed a little sweet with my teeth tip.

"Mmm... haha fu... chu... chu... eh, chu ru"

The city princess, too, had completely improved her tongue fella.

He's slightly shaking his face back and forth, sucking my tongue.

Don't forget to let your lips slip slightly and tangle your tongue.

As she is enthusiastically caressed her tongue, an indescribable freckled sexiness runs around her waist.

"Mm-hmm... ha... hmm"

And before my tongue cramps, I'm really used to freeing up my tongue.

"Mm-hmm."

He opens his mouth and shows off the mix of me and her saliva.

Then I let him drink it up and he poured a hot gaze on my lips.

Now, the princess lays her open palms over her supraclavicular fossa and presses her arms against her chest as she shrinks.

But for a good reason, like a girl who was in love with someone - I accidentally swallowed a saliva and held the city princess strong.

"Mr. Chang Zheng... Mr. Chang Zheng... eh"

I light my cheeks completely on fire and rub my rub and whole body happily ever after.

Then he slowly raises his face on my chest and urges me to mouth it - since my newlywed, it's about the kissing demonic city princess. If you overlap your lips again, you'll have an endless kiss.

"Ah... do, ah... Kishi... Kishi... Huh!

"Oh, here... calm down a little"

"Mr. Chang Zheng... Kisu, Kisu..."

"I know, so I'm telling you to wait a minute."

"Ugh... Ugh...!

My dear Lord, my regular room is swelling and roaring with cheeks.

Stick to it and it swells even more.

Apparently, he was quite dissatisfied with his refusal to talk.

"Nice mouth... this one too, huh?

"Ah..."

Take the hands of the City Princess and gently lead her to my Big Sun.

Already erect and upright in the ginguin, rigidly - the princess who knew the taste of the man forgot her dissatisfaction and blushed sassy.

"Besides... I can convey love with my mouth - but I still want to convey it directly in words."

"... Huh?

"I love you, city"

In a whisper of unintentional love, my wife opened her eyes round and shook her whole body.

"Ahhh... ahh..."

Not all women are - not all of them.

But for a city princess with a maiden spiritual structure, the words of love conveyed directly become a drug pleasure that is difficult to replace anything.

"Me... me too... me too... eh!

The princess opened her moist, moist eyes wide, and narrowed them.

And lovingly, or just saying that's all you need, you're going to hug my body.

"Ma'am, mama 'am... Oh mama 'am...! I love the city, I love the city...... I love it, so much that I like it too much, I can die......!

The City Princess pushed, rubbed and stuffy her limbs against me - and began to drool like a running stream of words of love gushing out of rolling and inexhaustible.

I'll hold her tight and take her straight from the front.

Physically, would it have been half an hour?

She said softly to my wife's lips, who also exhorted admiration - and she looked at me like a surprise.

"... what? When you get your mouth shut, even if you want to pass on your thoughts, you won't be able to, will you?

"- Eh! Also... ooh!

You must have returned it to me. Municipal princess who would stray from its beauty.

But she's not angry. I'm just shy.

Black and beautiful hair. It is also proof left that the ears peering from it are stained bright red.

"I love you, I love you... City"

"Yan... ah, there... there, no... ah, no..."

It goes without saying that one of the city princess's sexy belts is her ear.

She gently pecked it with her lips, and her beautiful limbs, wrapped in night clothes, jumped in fright.

"Hmm... Huh..."

Carefully pinch your entire ear with your lips, whilst creeping your tongue.

That way, in the meantime, the princess would let Willow hips clasp and leak her sweet voice.

If my ears are attacked, I totally want to "get along" with me - that's what my wife looks like at night, a loving, helpless reaction.

"Ah... hey... ugh... hmmm..."

If you tickle at the tip of your tongue as you glance through the entrance of the external ear canal, the city princess looks sloppy and opens her lips to drool her gasp.

If you pour in your saliva with thickness, and soak it up - the limbs of your beloved Sutra crippled and cramped with fright.

"City, let's get it off..."

"Ahhh... ahh..."

Light peaks, lifting the powerless limbs of the city princess who has wandered off.

Turning to her back, licking that bright white neck muscle - wet with moist breast milk, cracking open her sticky nightwear chest.

"Oh, no..."

"No, you don't, do you? Nevertheless...... still good milk, really"

Bullshit and zero drops, overwhelming princess bust.

If you divulge your thoughts while watching it up close, the city princess looks embarrassed and bored.

From the heavenly side - from the tightly stretched nipple, the breast milk was creeping out.

"Wow... it's still leaking..."

"Yes... well, I've narrowed it down quite a bit in the Yukan... Um..."

"Don't stop, do you?"

"Yes... it is"

The city princess sighs embarrassed but troubled.

Her nipples raising the children with their own breast milk. When it was externally stimulated, it was causing breast milk to drip away in the instant.

The lining of the kimono touches the nipple, even to the extent that it rubs.

Of course, I'm not sick.

More breast milk than the babies seek is manufactured inside the breasts - it was also a phenomenon that plagued many of the women who had children.

If you don't breast milk out, your breasts, which are containers, will get tense.

And nothing hurts more than a tight breast.

The city princess was no exception, often holding her tenacious breasts to make her look spicy.

There's no way I can abandon her like that. It is also the duty of the husband to pay attention to the physical care of his wife.

Therefore, if the city princess seemed to suffer during the day, even during work - I would have stopped working and decided to help milk her while taking a break.

"What do you say, does it hurt?

"No......"

Sifting to my inquiry, I shook my head, and then - the city princess bows in embarrassment.

"Just... tension, heavy..."

"... right"

"The truth is, it's all... it would be nice if Wanfu Maru and the tea drinks up..."

"Well... you can't"

With a bitter smile, I try to push up the roots of my wife's chest and hold it.

Slimming and heavy breast enrichment.

It was originally denser, heavier flesh - but now it contains milk inside it. It can't be heavy.

And among the weights, I couldn't feel my hands sinking in.

"Ah... Huh..."

As she lifts up trying to save her breasts, the City Princess raises her voice like she's at peace.

Pretty heavy breasts. I guess it's where the weight was reduced and I made it comfortable.

"... Oh, Chang Zheng"

The princess looked at me with a bitter smile as I was shaking my breasts puffy.

They're playing, you thought.

But I'm not playing. This weight, this weight, this symbol of motherhood - I just love it.

"I don't care what they do, because my body is the Lord Chancellor's thing..."

"But?"

"The... when I was even shaken, I felt something strange in my chest..."

The city princess said that as she stroked my hand with love as she swayed her breasts.

Listening to her words, enjoying the frivolous touch of those breasts, I remember health and physical education classes back in elementary school.

Says the breast is stretched inside a woman's breast.

Around the root of the nipple, there is a part called the milk duct sinus where the breast glands are puffy and swollen, which seems to be how breast milk builds up there.

Maybe what the City Princess calls a weird feeling...

Whenever I get my breasts shaken, I wonder if the milk stored there is caused by shaking.

"Well... I'm sorry"

"Oh, the... I didn't mean it like that...!

"After all, it has to be well milked..."

……

"... don't look like that, you're kidding, right?

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Sorry. Sorry."

He raises his voice of protest, turns his arms around the belly of the body-shaking city princess and hugs her, stroking her head to take her mood with his left hand.

Nevertheless, my regular room is not seriously angry or obstinate. It's only a pretence.

In short, it was a slight protest against my meanness. It is an adorable resistance to embarrassing my husband the other way around.

"Well, well, you're sure you have to squeeze it anyway, aren't you? Look, I'm gonna gently loosen you up again this evening... huh? Can you fix your mood and get back to your usual cutie?

"... gentle, isn't it?

"I know."

"If you don't be nice, you'll be stubborn..."

Holding the city princess from her back and stroking her head - finally, the princess made a concession.

"Right...... let's be nice, be nice"

With my wife's permission, I sincerely and gently decide to give the mammary massage of the City Princess.

I helped my body structure so that I could smooth the breast milk accumulated in my abundant breasts.

"Ah...... eh"

Lick the nasty, bright white neck muscles and lick the ears.

That's how I switched her switch, while I put my hands to the side of my beautiful boobs.

Push your thumb against the root of your breast and use your palm to breast feed into the middle.

"Mm-hmm..."

Murray, a deep valley is born, and departs.

After about 10 repetitions of the motion, it was just from the City Princess's nipples - new white droplets were beginning to drip.

Even if you fly well, you can feel safe in that regard, as you are thinking of positioning yourself to enter the Tarai, which is located just on the side of the futon.

"Ahhh... Huh..."

Now diagonally up from the bottom of the breast, pull this up again to make a valley, and then let it go.

I went 10 sets of this again and then I gently ate her ears.

"Ya... ah... ahhhhh..."

From the nose of the princess, there is zero cut breath.

If I gently pressed my own on her lips as she turned to her moist eyes - the City Princess flashed her face happily.

"Really... sweet, huh..."

"Promise, so be it."

Move your palms toward the bust top as you caress them to rub and rinse from the roots of your abundant breasts.

So warmed breasts seem eager to spit out plenty of milk.

"Okay, I'll squeeze..."

"Ah... ah, yes..."

As I do every night, I pick every milk wheel of the City Princess's bust top and pull it like a twist.

The princess's hips trembled, and her thick breast milk erupted.

"Mm-hmm... ahhh..."

Whenever you gently massage the milk rings and nipples with your fingers to loosen up, a large amount of milk is ejected from the cucumber.

Breast milk splashed in the air falls to Tarai, beside the futon, and accumulates more and more.

"Don't come out awesome... I smell sweet..."

"Oh, no... oh... Kimochi, no... eh"

The pleasure of spitting out the breast milk accumulated in the accumulation, but also with the nipples gently rubbed.

In a trance she could only taste when she was pregnant, the City Princess trembled her whole body into small pieces, immersed in a sense of liberation and trance.

I keep milking so I don't inhibit her relaxing mood like that.

The breasts, which were hoarding breast milk as if it were a dairy cow, are still slender and heavy.

By the way, if you don't have a regular nipple massage this way, your breast milk can get stuck in the lactating duct and become inflamed.

I also had to handle the mausoleum's breasts politely because I said that the inflammation of the lactating duct was often found in first-born expectant mothers.

"All right, you're out full... City"

"Ahhh... My Lord Chang Zheng..."

I stroke her head good and good, feeling the gaze of a city princess soaked in a pompous trance.

Tarai, which was on the side of the futon, already had a pool of breast milk that emitted a sweet smell.

Completely edible milk for babies seems to be made of blood as an ingredient, but it is so shaded that it does not seem so.

"Is it easier?

"Yes... thanks to you... eh"

Kissing each other all the time, the city princess smiles happily as she "huffs".

He turned around and hugged me from the front.

Apparently, today's milk squeeze was well done.

"Dear Mr. Chang Zheng... I admire you"

"Oh, so am I."

When I turn my arm around my back, quickly, her thin arm grows - wrapped around my neck.

And he hugs me all the time and asks me for a kiss.

"Mmmm... ahhh... I'm soaking... mmm... ahhh... daisy... hmm..."

Words of intertwined love spin out with a hot, snuggly exhale.

The word was affectionate and had the viscosity of never wanting me to get away.

"Suki-kun... suki-kun..."

"Hmm...... Huh!?

"I'm ashamed... so we've been... together..."

Moist and damp, yet puffy and luminous lips.

Pushing it so hard, stretching her tongue and caressing her mouth, the City Princess follows it so hard.

Perhaps it is Mrs. Fujido's death behind her brain.

I guess the death of someone close to me made the city princess reaffirm that life is finite - and that the time to get along with me is also only finite.

"Oh... we're together... all the time..."

"Yes... yes... eh"

I get drunk on the comfort of conveying my thoughts to each other.

The back of my chest gets hot with gin, which produces love and at the same time uncut.

If we meet, we have goodbyes. Even when we toured with our beloved, it was only from the beginning that we met with a foetus of parting.

"Nfu... Nfu, Cfu... Ham... Nfu... Cfu..."

I tangle it with my own tongue crawling from the lips of the city princess.

We exchange eclectic meats with plenty of each other's saliva and sip mixed liquids from each other.

Only then could we feel close to each other's existence.

Everything but the opposite sex you are now embracing will get better and disappear.

Touch it now, and the person you love was everything in the world.

"Amuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Making a noise, the City Princess snaps her cheek and sips up my tongue.

My saliva is uprooted and falls through her esophagus into her stomach.

And in my wife's body, my factors will be digested, circling and constituting the flesh.

"City... ah... just mine... just mine..."

"Nfu... Amu... Nasa, Sama... Ew..."

The heat of the city princess felt with her lips and tongue, thoughts.

I slowly release my lips as I almost drown in that swamp that I never get tired of.

The princess looked really sad when the thread in her saliva was puffy cut off. You lost your connection to me. I can't stand the loss, as if it were.

"It's okay, I'm here"

"Ah..."

If you gently stroke your cheek with your right hand, the princess takes that hand and rubs it against your cheek.

I can't stand her adorable tricks like that, and when I rub and stroke breast augmentation with my left hand, my beloved wife smiles like a prank.

"Chang Zheng's hand... kind, warm... but slutty... ahhh..."

The princess's breasts have brought a supreme touch the more she rubs.

Touch, elasticity, softness - any one taken is super first-class, and that still remains the same after having a child.

Beautiful tits exposed to defenselessness before me continue to be beautifully contoured, even if they lie on their back.

"Oh... and you're really beautiful... the city. He's got an even body, and there's really no wasted part... he's a miracle person, you are."

"Oh, no... what are you talking about... Ugh, embarrassing..."

"I don't know... don't you need it? If I get used to you being on my side, I might forget about that thank you..."

"I can't believe it's gratitude... I can't believe I... Unlike Princess Ji, I didn't do anything..."

"... are you serious?

I told him to whisper in the Princess's ear.

"Just because you're here, that's all, I have the energy to live. I don't know about living, City... but you are the one."

……

"Always, thank you. You stay by my side, you lean on me. Because you're here, I can keep being me."

"... but not..."

Mouth it on the tip of his wife's nose that moisturizes her eyes, then smile softly.

Then the city princess came with her in her arms with tears.

I'm nice, too, embrace her.

"Thank you...... please stay beside me and hold me like this...... The city is really a happy woman..."

"There's no greed, you are."

"No, that's not true...? I'm a pretty greedy woman."

That's what the princess said, she laughed.

"I want to monopolize the chancellor... I want to be monopolized by the chancellor... I want everything taken away by the chancellor... because that's all I think about"

"Right."

I tell her to whisper in her ear.

"Then... well, let's say tonight is the first day to take away your precious things"

"Huh...? Hiccup!?

The city princess raised her voice like a surprise.

But that's for sure. My hand grabbed her butt so hard - I started snuggling around my anus with my index finger.

"Become, Mr. Chang Zheng..."

"... I told you, before, he wanted to take your anus virgin too"

"Ah..."

"Everything about you is mine... let's start getting ready for it slowly today"

That's what I say, I grab her ass again disappointingly.

It's a really sweet fruit.

Elastic muscles pile up over multiple layers beneath lukewarmly soft fat.

I ate the Princess's ear and whispered as I rubbed it all together.

"Today, so that one day you can accept me with your anus...... let's solve it slowly. It's okay, because the anus will feel better if you get used to it"

With a gentle stroke on my wife's back - I accumulated in Tarai, staring at my white breast milk.

There is no such thing as lotion in this world.

That's why we're going to make the most of something.