Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"How dare you... my breath is stuck and my consciousness is flying. It's like it's been another long time."

Brunhilde grabs a disappointment when he rides over my belly.

My balls shrink wondering if I'm going to be pulled out like this.

"Push it in the back... what's with the stomach to get pregnant? I thought you'd been skewered a long time."

They grab balls all the time.

My balls have shrunk even more.

"Don't shrink. After a big apple."

Brunhilde grips hard enough to feel the pain once, then loosens his strength and rubs it down.

I'm not going to let my anger pull me off a thousand times. On the contrary......

"I'm sorry Brunhilde...... I can't believe you let this smelly, filthy thing shave"

Put one thing gently on Brunhilde's face as I say it.

Brunhilde became an angry face but no anger or hand.

"I'm really sorry. Give your lady such a filthy thing that she hasn't washed..."

Brunhilde chased him with his gaze as he moved the thing on his face and his nose sounded softly.

"Smell, you like it?

"Ha!?

Brunhilde yells but I get up and grab her shoulder and push one thing to my nose tip.

It's not strange if it's broken.

I'm pretty sure that's why she likes one stinky thing.

Observe Brunhilde again.

Luxurious blonde hair and neat beauty, all white as snow, filled with beauty from head to toe.

But when it comes to the beauty of the world, beauty is young, and her body is immature.

It would be appropriate to say that she is a beautiful girl of the world, but the luscious aura that rises from her eyes and whole body shining bright red as a catch tells her she can't be just a beautiful girl.

"I didn't know Brunhilde liked stinking stuff like that." Fool! "Grunt!!

Brunhilde's toe kicks up one thing.

The shock went down and I fell into bed at the front.

Looks like he was out of his mouth.

"Don't get me wrong, you idiot! It was just a little interesting because none of the guys poked things at my concubine in the last 300 years! Definitely not a pervert or anything!

"You don't have to hide that. About a little perverted hobby... guh"

Brunhilde flips me upside down and crosses over my thighs.

"If you're calling me a pervert in the first place, you're the one. Look at this."

When he grabs one thing that is impacted and not yet shriveled, he presses it against his belly and begins to move his hips to pinch it with a hairless crotch. The feeling of the rind and skin rubbing against each other is terrible, but the slutty sight that spreads through my eyes complements my sexiness.

"Take a good look at the concubine's body. You're not gonna get your monstrous roots in this little body, are you?

Brunhilde then puts his extended finger on his genitals and measures the length instead of the statute.

"This is about the depth of the concubine hole. One of yours..."

Thin and supple fingers accompany one thing.

That doesn't reach half, if not a quarter, of the angry one to the limit.

"That's not enough at all. From here on out, it's no longer a bag."

Brunhilde stretches his fingers further down the heso and hits one of mine in the same way, but still not in half.

"This is the back of my concubine's sack... this is no place to go in any more"

Niyali and Brunhilde grin like little devils.

"Or..."

Brunhilde knocks her body down at the front as she rubs one of my things with a sleigh and two hands.

"Do you want to force me to go deeper? Hmm?"

I have no choice but to respond with a pitiful face and voice.

"Oh, it's better in the back. I'm not satisfied with half of it."

Then Brunhilde moves his hands to the root of just one thing: 'Here?' and lean his neck all the time.

"More... more in the back..."

I also tilt my neck with my hands on the tip just a little bit.

"More back... all the way to the roots..."

Brunhilde then holds one of my things, making a loud noise and matching the root with the entrance to the genitals.

The excited, red-black male root had crossed her thin belly and reached the valley of her thin breasts.

Brunhilde laughs niggardly and leans her luminous lips against her ear.

- Pervert, no.

Brunhilde's body on her thighs lifts as her hips jump.

"I couldn't wait for that one now. I thought I'd just whisper it out."

Brunhilde laughs contentedly and hugs him when he says it while holding his chest.

"Then you're not half serious about that right now. Screwing your giant roots into this body in the first place is wrong in itself. I get bumpy every time, but don't rip it or cut it. It's not just an immediate cure."

Was it? Was I devouring Brunhilde's pleasure in exchange for his pain... shameful.

"If you do the same thing to a daughter of the same stature as a concubine, you're gonna die normally, right? Be careful."

"Oh, of course."

From now on, of course, Brunhilde himself has to be treated politely and gently.

"That's okay. Because it feels better if it hurts a little bit."

Me and Brunhilde have the same gaze.

She distorts her face just because it's gone.

"Is it good to smell and hurt? Still weird -"

"Yep, it's weird!! Don't take a bowl of fried legs while swelling a piece of bread!

I have no objection.

But you might want to try to get a little taste in each other.

I let Brunhilde go to bed, niggling and nasty gaze.

"Brunhilde, shall we begin our iniquity tonight?"

"Huh? You asshole............ Cohon. Brother, you shouldn't! If this happens to my mothers..."

I don't remember the rest of this well with excitement, but when I woke up, the indoors were all seeded from wall to ceiling.

Brunhilde swelled bright red in the front and in the buttocks: 'Whatever the limits! I thought 300 years of raw would end up on the bed!' He yelled at me.

For some reason my ass hurt badly too, but my instinct told me not to remember, so I decided not to care.

For some reason, it was all seeded up to my mother and my daughter up there, but I don't really remember.

I've done it all night.

You can't stay long and lose your identity, and let's just say a sneak hello to Celestina and leave the malt early.

Waiting for me back in the royal palace was Celestina with a troubled face and Monica with a winning face, and Christophe with a glimpse of her hips rubbing her cheeks.

"What's the situation? And Christopher, where have you been?

Then Monica opens her eyes cuttingly and reaches for me.

My jaw is still being defied by this.

"Looks like you were looking forward to last night. If I kick you out, you'll have to go with the other women... pretty good."

I don't know how I found out, but I look at Brunhilde aggressively.

"Don't look at me, you'll be noticed, asshole brother!! I made a mistake!

"What, brother?

Celestina reacted but not quite.

I was ready to get another shot of this from Monica, but she makes an extra look as she floats her blue muscles and strokes Christophe with a glimpse of hips.

"Well, I can't really blame you this time. I slept with Mr. Christoph last night."

"What..."

I can hear Dokun and his own heartbeat.

I feel the time is slow.

It's Katrine that floats in the back of your brain.

It brings back vivid memories.