The Adventures of Magical Princess Makina

The time when everyone went to sleep. Take the inn stairs to the ground floor and go down without making any noise.

But the more I can hear myself, the more my heart sounds. The back of my chest hurts every time I breathe.

The feeling of disloyalty and fear at best, I didn't know what the hell I was looking like right now.

Still. The sober part of my head complains that I still can't do this.

At the same time, the lower abdominal fever moves my legs, that I can't contain myself anymore.

"... so, if no one was there, I would go back to my room...!

Squeeze small. That's a confirmation for me. Speak up, recognize.

If you don't meet anyone, go straight home and sleep until morning. Let's do that. That's the best.

But if anyone...?

Would you overlook a woman in such thin clothes who sees herself walking alone - a woman who finds herself disturbed by the action of a 'horny print'? Is it something you can get away with?

- Who is it?

"Huh!"

Biri, and. My shoulders jump.

And in myself, it was told that the 'expectations' had ripened.

Horrible to see those who spoke.

There he was, a middle-aged man whose stomach was getting thinner and thinner at the top of his head - the innkeeper, one at the table, drinking.

"Oh, isn't that Makina! What's the matter, at this late hour?"

"Oh, uh, wow... Oh, get some water...!

"Did you? It's hot and humid today. Oh, sit down, sit down! Because I'll bring it!

"Yes, no! Oh no...!

But I can't do it without favors.

Disintegrating, Makina sits face-to-face in the seat where the manager was having dinner.

And as soon as he returned with a glass of water, he lowered his hips in a form opposite Makina.

"But it's really hot. Even if you're just drinking, you're gonna get sweat coming out of your back."

"... Always alone?

"... hey. I don't usually drink it. It's for sale. But if I forgive you for your regular 'twat' today, Amanda will piss me off perfectly. Plus, he's got a husband and kids waiting for him, so the cleanup's gonna be back there early, too. Come on. Which one's the employer..."

"Ha, that's tough..."

"... but the truth is, I guess it's because I miss you a little"

"Lonely?"

"Look, Tet, you and Makina are leaving this town tomorrow, right? It was a short time ago, but I wouldn't be late for fees, and most importantly, I was a good customer. Immerse yourself in sentiment without merit... In that case, it's best to drink."

"Were you... Wow, me too, please make yourselves better...! It was a real pleasure and made me learn so many things!

"Really, Makina's a good girl."

Machina also breaks her face when she laughs at the shopkeeper without giving in.

I came to this inn about three months ago. Using this as a base, he was doing quests from the guild and collecting road banks from now on.

And we're equipped and funded, and we're going to travel anew.

But breaking up with the person you took care of is still something sad. While Tet was also at Shimodo, he was parting ways by drinking with the regulars.

"... then how about you, Makina?

"What?"

"Just a little! Just one drink. It's the last one today."

"So, but..."

"I thought I'd comfort a single man, I have water (Chaser), and just one drink before I go to bed!

The man who forcibly recommended booze was always exposed by Tet and Amanda.

But today is a special day. I'm leaving this store tomorrow too. Then it seemed rude to refuse the favor.

And most importantly. To the desperation of store owners and their gaze.

You can't possibly be unaware of the inferiority of Negrije, whose chest opened wider than her usual costume, staring into the valley of her chest as she conversed.

The lower abdomen had already exceeded the limits of patience.

"Well, just one drink... Yes, I'll take it..."

I was handed a glass with whiskey.

When I put my mouth on that alcohol, I caught the owner's mouth slightly up, at the edge of my sight...

As he swallowed all his emotions, he poured his throat out.

"Phew...... eh. Ha..."

"Are you okay? Makina."

There's still about half a liquor left in the glass.

Makina's face, however, stained slightly red from her throat to her chest and her eyes were so moist that she wondered if she would shed even tears.

"You're weak on alcohol, but you forced me to drink it. I'm sorry. Let's call it a day."

"Yes..."

That's what I say. I try to get up, but my leg flinches.

"Oh, dangerously......! Makina!"

An outstretched arm of the shopkeeper wrapped around his waist.

Thanks to all the attraction, I never fell.

"Huh...... Thank you, thank you…"

"Huh...!

Machina, whose alcohol spins and gives thanks with a swinging face, takes the form of a peek from the top to the shopkeeper.

Large, bare chest. But as opposed to gravity, its breasts do not break shape. And most importantly, a small pink projection claims to exist from the tip of both breasts.

The shopkeeper's face turning his arms around his thin hips, his eyes finally lit up with a beastly colour aimed at his prey.

"... may I have it transported to my room...?

"... Huh? Oh, ah! Absolutely!"

Like a moment of fright. But when I understand Makina's "Please," I'm happy.

The shopkeeper took up Makina in the form of a so-called 'princess hug'.

"Ah... ♥"

That's how we go up the stairs to the second floor.

As a princess, I thought again that I was doing something extraordinary.

The first princess I've ever held in my life - no. A long time ago, I had it tetted. The two of us were playing and frustrated our legs, and Tet, who was also a child, was given a hard lift.

Yet now it is. He drinks cheaply, and is carried this way by a human who would never have met him if he had remained a 'princess'.

But already, regret and self-denial were small.

The store owner's left hand supports both legs. And your right hand lifts your torso in - let it be the wind you are.

That its right hand is touching its own chest. I was feeling unspeakable excitement.

I'm not rubbing it. I haven't even touched it. But every time I walk, my shaking body, its big breasts. In the right hand of the open shop owner, contact again and again.

……♥

You know each other, but you don't say anything.

Especially as it's an accident that I'm sure I wouldn't even pursue here, I'll just flat apologize.

That's how he went upstairs while being transported to the store owner.

The room where Tet and Makina stay - the door to the corner room next to it was opened.

"It's a little dirty, but you're sorry. We need to wipe the sweat first."

That was the store owner's room. Something like an innkeeper's office?

Books and old books pile up clutterfully in that room, scattering undressed clothes, underwear and garbage, and smelling of sweat and tobacco characteristic of middle-aged people overall.

He is transported into a room that is not 'a little' dirty and places his body in a thin futon with a floor laying that is not a bed.

I wish I could have taken them straight to their room. Obviously, I'm doing 'aim'.

It was also possible to escape here. The footprint is still incomplete, but you can walk to the next door. And even without a cane, I can control it intact, like a middle-aged man with simple magic.

- But Makina didn't choose 'it'.

"... I'm sorry, Makina. I think I washed all the towels."

Gachari and. The door to the room is locked.

The moment I understood that. Makina felt the glowing pain of "horny prints" that no one else could see.

"Oh, but I can't leave it like that... We need to cool down the body..."

With that said, the shopkeeper comes covered in a makina lying on a fountain bed.

"Ah......"

They grab Negrije's skirt and lift it up. Slowly, to peel the thin skin of the fruit.

However, the lightweight bedding tucked up stops' catching on '.

The tip of both chests - the painfully stiff nipples pull the cloth off and the breasts pull upwards as they are.

Still, the shopkeeper's hand doesn't stop - the breast that was stopped finally breaks.

"Ohh... Ohh!

After a cheer similar to the shopkeeper's roar.

Bubba! Makina's chest moves back to where it belongs, so much so that even the sound of it is likely to be heard.

its overwhelming mass. In two mountains that emit a sense of weight and presence. The shopkeeper was in love for a while.

"This is Makina's......! I knew it from the top of my clothes, but I didn't know this much...!

Then lying on your back doesn't break shape, and the altitude is high.

To the cherry blossom color of the summit was enough to make the shopkeeper think it was also artistic.

"Makina......! Makina......! All the time, I...!

I think I've already gotten rid of the drunkenness and the sweat.

In front of the murder weapon that destroys a man's reason in one blow, the shopkeeper finally raped Makina out.

"Ahem...... Juru......!

Grab hold of your left chest abusively. I bump into my right chest.

He included a pale, small nipple in his mouth and began to taste the tight elasticity with his tongue.

"Ah ♥ Nguuu ♥"

The half fogged consciousness becomes clear at once.

My hips float slightly just by being caressed on my chest, and an electric shock of pleasure runs on my spine.

"Awesome......! Soft......"

Rub it. Smooth your palms. Grab, pinch, pinch between your fingers.

The left chest is ravaged with a truly wide variety of hands, twisting your legs and hips each time.

And the trouble is, that doesn't end there.

The tongue man was a very rough thing to do while sucking on his right chest like a baby.

"Ahhh ♥ No, no... sooo ♥"

Such as resistance at the tip of the mouth alone, the nipple is simply sweetly bitten with the teeth, which turns into a whisper.

When one ravaged, the store owner took it off, both up and down, whether satisfied or hard to wear.

lazy flesh all over its fat and waste hair. There would be no such thing as a preferred woman.

When I saw Tet dressed in the same room, I found reliability and masculine attraction in Tet's flesh, forged as an adventurer as a knight.

So to this body in front of you - no, that's why. I wonder if I will dedicate myself now to a body unrelated to this endeavor - a body that I did not know was filthy for 16 years.

It seemed a very sinful and above all heart-shaking act.

The more forbidden, the more delicious the fruit is, he said.

"Look... take off your makina too... I took it off, too... Fair enough, huh...?

I was no longer willing to resist a dialogue that would raise a question mark if it were normal.

I'm about to be offended.

The last slice to protect yourself - take off your already soggy underwear.

I am - Princess Makina Grandell dedicates her purity today to the Lord of the Inn on a blanket stained with cigarette smoke in a small room smelling of sweat and mold. Throw it away.

Open your legs wide. Open a secret place where no one has ever seen a hairless crotch. Expose everything with an unusual fit, like a frog pulled by a carriage and crushed by a roadside.

Oh...... done. You're done, now... I'm sorry, Mr. Tett......

Ringing your throat. The princess has now - fallen to 'female (female)'.

"Oh, please...... My...... makina no, I don't know a man body... ♥ full, pleasant, cite please ♥ ♥ ♥"

It was also a plea close to baptism, reborn into one's - no, one female.

And the shopkeeper took the thought.

He grabbed Makina's slender thighs, gripped them rigidly with his right hand, and lifted them to look like Makina too.

"- Huh?"

Makina leaked her voice at that time. I felt like I woke up from a dream.

- Big. Too big.

I've never looked at male genitals or anything like that before. There can't be such an opportunity.

I can still tell. What's in front of me right now. One of the shopkeepers.

It would have come into its own naka a while ago. That was so bad that the meat bars, whose blood vessels had emerged and solidified into bees, were not comparable to pencils, pig bowel stuffs (sausages), etc. - they boasted a vicious form, thickness, and length.

"Hehe... ♥ You have a reputation for the children of the whorehouse... They said," No appointments for inexperienced kids. "

"Wait......!

Make a sound for the cuckoo. Each other's genitals touch each other.

"But it's okay......! As I ask, Zettai, it makes me feel better... ♥"

"Help, teh......!

He was pushed against the meat stick and felt a lot of strength in his lower back - allowing him to break in.

Kupu, without uuuuuuuuu...... ♥

"Hi-"

The meat in the vagina that had not allowed anyone to make contact, its purity.

Mucous membranes and mucous membranes of each other now - mixed together.

"Ahhhh ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥"

With one thrust, I thought all the air in my lungs had been pushed out.

But soon when he pulled the meat stick to the critical point, he illusioned that it would pull out all of his guts.

I no longer felt my thoughts, the scenery around me, the sound or the smell.

It was just that everything in the senses was concentrated in the lower abdomen, and everything in the body was vaginal walls and uterus.

"It's amazing, Makina...! Ahhh......! I've never seen a kid so tight!

"Ahh ♥ ahh ♥ Hin ♥"

To a relentless piston, so much so that I no longer forget the words.

I just devour the pleasure I can give and raise my animal whisper as my instincts do.

Look at who I am now, who the hell would think of me as a princess.

But now I definitely felt like the happiest woman in the world.

"Ah ♥ ahh ♥ ahh ♥ ooh ♥"

Rhythmically, each other's hips bump into each other.

Each time the big breasts shake up and down. Like ripples swinging on the water. Every poke, as if pleasure were flowing into your body.

Its regular, then luscious breast dance was entertaining the shopkeeper's eyes.

And he didn't stop hipping while in the normal position, he bent forward.

Unplug the meat stick with a constant rhythm while rubbing the swinging chest loose.

"Hino, no, no, no. ♥ Oh, no, no. ♥"

Still, the shopkeeper waves as if he's not hearing the other person's voice or something.

When you get your nipples twisted, your vagina tightens up. You feel better about it, your hips move more rough.

Lick your nipples around with that tongue. Lick bellows and sides, make your tongue crawl across your breasts as well, and steamy chest valleys and underneath are licked with care.

Does it bother you that you've marked it by crawling saliva, even behind your thighs, behind your knees, and between your calves and toes licking it like a dog?

"Ahhhh! It's delicious, Makina... ♥ It smells and tastes so good...! I want to collect Makina's sweat, divide it with alcohol and drink it up......!

"Mmm ♥ Phew ♥"

Just respond to that hunting sexuality exposure with gasp.

Now all the disgust and even the fear had turned into euphoric substances by the time it reached the brain.

"Good? Feel good? It feels good, doesn't it? Makina!"

"Yikes no...... Yikes no ♥ creeps me out... ♥ ahh ♥ ahh ♥ more oh ♥ moro creeps me out, come on, hi-noo!? ♥ ♥"

Arm plugged into both armpits. In a more intimate fashion, the two mate.

The breasts are crushed to the chest plate of the shopkeeper, and the soft fat that has lost its way expands the area munchkins.

Each time they move, each other's nipples rub against each other.

The store owner's protruding belly touches the tight waist of the makina to fit perfectly into the irregularities.

And Machina at this time. He was spinning his legs naturally on the hips of the beating shopkeeper. Now I can't even assume the owner wants to pull out the meat stick.

This means that Makina, who has no sexual experience, instinctively greeted her. To ensure fertilization without letting the males to be seeded escape. In the primitive part, not reason, Makina was craving the semen of the shopkeeper.

"Hey, Makina, tongue out...... Kiss me... ♥ Chew me, look... ♥"

Both hands extending from arms plugged into the armpit secure the small head. Keep your eyes on each other so you can't get away with it.

But I couldn't even think about rejecting it. Stretch your pink tongue out of your little mouth long enough to feel your nose.

at that moment. The shopkeeper moves like a fish eating feed. The soft tongue was sucked into the store owner's mouth.

"nboooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...!!!

Exchange saliva with saliva. Ravaged by the smelly tongue of cigarettes entering your mouth.

As if examining the shape of the teeth, the white, spotless teeth are attached to the tip of the tongue.

Machina nevertheless embraced all the attacks that even the prepared whore would cry out, as a enjoyment.

Not only do you hold your hips with your feet, but you turn your arms around your thick body and stroke the top of your head of thin, thin hair.

It's as if the shopkeeper responds to his love when he handcuffs his golden hair, licks his mouth and face, and whispers in his ear, "Let's be together," "Make him happy," and "I like him."

"Ah, Ike......! It's Ike, Makina......!

"Ahhhhh ♥ ahhh ♥ I'm going, I'm going too."

With a kiss framed, I think this was the first time you ever kissed a guy if you say so. Sweat and sweat become like lubricants (lotions), overlapping each other's bodies.

It is infinitely intimate, but therefore sensitive to 'it'.

The meat bars have entered the firing system. The ball bag is fully operational and painful.

And from the depths of my body, I'm also pushing 'something' that I've never experienced.

That's all I think about.

I could no longer remember the face of my father, the voice of my mother, or the figure of the inhabitants - not even the face of the knight (Tet) who was beside me more than I was born.

Only all of the middle-aged men in front of you. That's all. I was only able to grasp that.

"Ahhh Quick Quick...... Huh!

"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 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 ha!

- Oh, my God! and in the deepest push.

All desires were poured in.

"Ewwww! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥"

Doron! Doron! Dunno!

Ejaculation, felt forever and for a moment, almost turning half white to the heat that dissolves its womb.

And Gu! Gu! and as the shopkeeper pushed his hips in and poured them into the last drop further, he exhaled a long, long breath from each other, staying connected for a while.