The Adventures of Magical Princess Makina

Wallace, a knight in charge of policing in the Kingdom of Britannica, visited his beloved wife's workplace again today.

"Tired, Ellis!

"Oh, alas, you...... Good luck."

At lunch. By the time people who were visiting the Royal Library also went to the stomach.

Wallace, who was completely hungry on the morning assignment, had come to pick up a lunch that his wife would prepare for him.

Ellis puts such a husband's figure in his sight as he sits at the library reception.

"I'm hungry! What's in today's lunch box?

Previously, after his early morning patrol assignment, he received his beloved wife's lunch box in the library before the opening.

Lately, however, I had eaten my beloved wife's lunch shortly after the early morning assignment, and she was supposed to come to the library twice a day to pick up lunch.

Breakfast, lunch after morning assignment, lunch lunch, and dinner.

Wallace eats Elise's dishes four times a day. Otherwise unsatisfactory, if not invigorating, there has also been a rare decrease in eating out these days.

"The contents are, ah ♥ Ah, your favorite stewed meat... ♥"

"Oh, you look delicious today ~. Thanks Ellis!

Despite working together, Elise makes every meal and gives her lunch without one disgusting face. To such a loving wife, Wallace received her lunch over the reception table and then conveyed her gratitude with a loud voice and a smile.

But for some reason today - my wife's face looked slightly red.

"... are you all right? Elise. Is it also a fever?

"It's okay, you... eh. And don't worry, so ♥"

Elise is shaking her shoulders from time to time as she tides her face. Wallace worried if she was cold or even had a summer cold, but Elise smiled and replied, "Nothing's wrong.

Yeah, it's not 'bad' anywhere. Rather, it was enough to say 'good'.

Under the chair where Ellis sits at the library reception - because Ottawa, the keeper of the forbidden library, was hiding and crawling his tongue into the vaginal mouth of his good wife Sage Mother. I was just trembling at the pleasure.

"Oh well...? Well, I'll try my best to work this afternoon!

"Ah ♥ Wait ♥ Yikes...! ♥"

"Huh?"

The moment Ottawa's ragged tongue penetrated his wife's vagina. Elise raised her voice of restraint.

But my husband, Wallace, mistakenly thought of it as a call to himself, and turned around and came back.

"What's going on? I knew you weren't feeling well?

"No ♥ it's okay ♥ it's okay, so... ♥"

The appearance of his wife, who moisturizes her eyes, makes her exhale slightly rough, and twists and turns, still didn't seem normal. Above all - Wallace was dodgy even though it was a public place, seeming 'dressed' in foreplay and twisting limbs, to be disturbed in the bedroom like every night.

But Elise is more thrilled than her husband. Because my husband's only thing and my sworn body, my vagina for conceiving my two children, is licked around by Ottawa. I didn't feel like I'd find out.

"... whoops. Whoa, whoa. Pi, get out of here..."

But even while Ellis makes a desperate statement to Wallace, Ottawa doesn't try to stop caressing (cunning) at the tip of her tongue. Rather, it only accelerated momentum.

Hiding under the table, he sticks his head inside a long skirt in a librarian uniform and licks up the steamy groin of his wife, full of female odor.

To the thrill of not letting her husband Wallace and other officials find out and the unusual disloyalty, Ottawa continued to move her tongue harder than an exasperated dog as she betrayed her mouth with saliva and love liquid.

And Ottawa herself gets creepy and better as she shits one of her things with her Ealis underwear (panties) that she took off.

The only person who doesn't know that on this occasion is Wallace, who is so close and far from the 'truth'.

"Ho, are you sure you're okay...? If anything happens to you, I..."

"Really, I'm fine...... so ♥ good luck in the afternoon ♥ you guys ♥ I love you...... ♥ really eh ♥"

They always say that with an increased and glossy look, and Wallace craves his wife when she says it's daytime.

"Ah, ah...... I love you too, Elise..."

But when I felt that feeling and looked around to make sure that no one was looking at me, I bent over and stopped just to gently mouth Ealis, who leaked his sweet exhale.

"Ellis......"

"Huh ♥ Chiu ♥ you...... eh ♥"

Closes his moist eyes and Elise accepts the mouthpiece from her husband. A short, gentle kiss between lips just touching each other. Even then, if we whisper each other's love, the fullness pushes on.

- Even if the vaginal orifice of the lower body was deeply kissing Ottawa enough to fumble.

"... delicious dinner, make, wait ♥ wait...... ♥ ru, from ♥"

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it. I'm coming."

"Yikes, lah, lah! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥"

The moment my husband (Wallace) turned his back because he seemed worried until the end, but also because he had limited time for a lunch break.

Ellis culminated in a Ottawa cunt as he pushed his voice to death, convulsing his lower body.

While I pinch Ottawa's face hard with my thighs on both legs, pressing my wife manko against her face, I get a tidal wave.

At the same time, Ottawa wrapped her foolishness (dick) and spit out her sticky desire for Ealis' underwear, which was sissy and sissy. It was my recent 'favorite' to let Ealis put on this underwear full of yellow Zamen again and work it all the way to the end of the day.

"Ottawa, kun...... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Phew, hihi..."

Ottawa fully indulges in the feel of her slippery, munchy wife's thighs, surrounding her ugly face. And he continued to lick and taste the exasperated love liquid on his face at zero distance, as if he enjoyed sweet fruit juice.

I cum in front of my husband, make him crazy, hide in the workplace and work for the affair. Ottawa, who made his student slutty delusions a reality, was determined to go into more radical behavior (play).

That afternoon.

Tet, who was looking for something on the ground floor of the library rather than in an underground library, took a book of drawings out of the bookshelf.

I had the forbidden library opened in the favor of Secretary Elise, but I remained unable to grasp conclusive information about 'Gerwes'.

Ottawa, the keeper of the forbidden library, is non-cooperative, and he has increased his chances of touching dangerous books that he cannot handle without his knowledge of magic.

That's why Tet and Makina decided to share roles and do their own searches in the basement and on the ground floor.

I didn't feel comfortable leaving only my lord Makina and bad character Ottawa in the forbidden library, but I can't say enough. To get useful information, Tet was trying to do what he could.

"- Oh, princess?

But then. When I took the thick drawings out of the bookshelf, I saw eye to eye with my master who was supposed to be in the forbidden library.

"Oh, Tet...!

Across the bookshelf, Makina looks up at Tet from the other side.

He was in a slightly succumbing position, peeking into his face from the thick gap between the book and the book.

"Were you coming up there?"

"Oh, yeah... ♥ I need a translation book, now... ♥"

Slightly sweaty face. Pink stained cheeks. Hot, moist eyes or disturbed breathing. Tet thought he had no choice because the underground library was hot and humid and the air was bad.

But actually, it wasn't. Ottawa, who concealed himself with the magic of "Blinded," concealing himself - from behind, slapping a meat stick into the princess's vagina, but it was a late mess.

"... Ha, ha, ho... Huh!

Ottawa was wearing Machina's underwear, which she had made to take off, on her face and tasted its aromatic aroma all over her face. And he's rolling up Makina's miniskirt to his thin hips, exposing his lower body. Furthermore, Deandre had slipped down and was able to expose her big breasts and cheap peach butts in a library where she didn't know when people would go by.

"Huh, yah... ♥ n... ugh ♥ ku ♥"

In that condition, my hips were pressed multiple times against my puffy ass meat. He is offended by a front-facing standing back and endures a whisper that is about to leak, but his shoulder-width ankle shakes like a newborn deer.

My thighs, wrapped in sweat-sucking, tightly heavier white high socks, were bumping into Ottawa's waste hairy feet, creating slutty ripples when I busted them.

"... princess? What have you done?

Tet, who senses a slight anomaly in his lord, asks, but mends his faceless expression in the guise of calm. Leaning against the bookshelf, with a sweaty red tide face, he responds as he pushes his opium voice back up from the back of his throat.

"Hey, it's nothing, eh ♥...? Than that, eh ♥ something, was the harvest, eh ♥...?

"I'm sorry...... So far, nothing..."

Even while Tet is apologizing, Ottawa slaps herself on the busty peach butt over and over again. Magically disappear so that Tet and other users don't notice.

He rubs his breasts abusively from behind, grabs his creased hips guttingly, and taps the stubborn tortoise head of solid semen (dick) into the mouth of his uterus.

Occasionally, I grab a big pie and make him claim his nipples. And to the horizontal shelf on which the book is placed, rubbing and stimulating the pink nipples erect in the dust with the golly “ galloping ”.

"Ah ♥ Ngu ♥ Wait ♥ Oh, Chiki Cub ♥"

Each time I push the murmur I'm about to come out of, trying to somehow contain the bumping sound of meat and meat or the tangling sound of love fluid, my ankles tremble and unconsciously move my hips, too.

I want you to poke deeper. He wants more meat sticks in and out.

"Princess...?

For some reason he asks the master with his face down, but Machina, who immediately raised his face, gives him a calm look.

"As, well, there's no rush, Tet, um... ♥ I'll look for you so there's no overlooks, yip...! ♥"

"Yes, of course, Princess......!

Tet is on the other side of a tall, thick bookshelf, unaware that his beloved master is being offended in a standing back. I haven't even imagined it. I think that no one else is here and I have not heard it, and I call her "princess" many times with respect.

That increased and made Ottawa's waist strenuous. The princess and her entourage, who hide their identities and look for a ban. I don't know more information, but I found out that the big titted beautiful girl adventurer who is now framing me here was in a noble capacity, and Ottawa's desire for conquest and pleasure had reached its pinnacle.

"Ha, ha, ha...! You princess, a man like me fucked me and you're waving your back...! Fucking bitch!"

Cursing and thick meat bars cause the vagina, which drips manjuice with a bump, to swerve even more of its exasperated and loose name vessel.

"Then I will continue to gather information. It will be hard in the forbidden library, but also the princess...!

"Eh ♥ is, yes ♥ uhh ♥ guh ♥ hih ♥"

Tet cheats the position of the book, as if to close the window curtain. The conversation between the two ended and Tet left the scene to check the books he had collected.

Ottawa's waist then, the fierce piston movement accelerates to the fullest, and the pornographic flesh of the slutty princess's entire body trembles.

Pampered ♥ and a fierce noise rings, Doskebe Manko cramps into pleasure and tightens the swollen meat stick towards ejaculation into a gizzard.

"I'll get it out......! Yikes! Pregnant, makina...... Huh!

"Ah ♥ ahhh ♥ ooh ♥ ooh, hi-no ♥ igh ♥ igh ♥ pregnancy ♥ ooh, this, pregnancy ♥ ♥"

If you're whispered in your ear, your uterus and horny prints will thirst, even though it's a dirty unclean Ottawa meat stick, which is supposed to be the semen of a disgusting character.

And Ottawa also leaves it to male instincts to hurt his testicles. When I was a student, I was in a position where I could seed even the 'princess' without her or her friends. I was more comfortable with that overwhelming sense of victory than any masturbation I've ever had.

"Knock, knock... eh!

"Ewwwwwww"

Quiet library, don't be suspicious. Allow vaginal ejaculation in the back position while desperately suppressing your voice.

The warm, soft, null, finest uterus is topped by a pour of yellowish hot semen.

And that didn't end there, and then I kept getting offended by Ottawa many times. Knowing the bookshelves of a genre where library users don't get by much and are rarely taken into their hands, Ottawa changed places and repositioned herself to continue pouring out her warped desires and children.

The night we had closing time. The Royal Library was full of silence.

Just one place - except deep in the forbidden library.

"... eh, chiu, get out... eh ♥ hehe... ♥ how about that? Ottawa, you... ♥"

Inside a forbidden library full of mildew and the smell of old books, a naked ealis similarly pinched a Ottawa meat stick lying naked with huge tits, crawling her soft tongue on a turtle head jumping out of the valley. Take off your glasses and stare at Ottawa with the look of a 'woman' rather than a 'wife', wrapping your cock with a rich breast, a symbol of motherhood.

My husband Wallace was working on this sexual 'service job' with the excuse "I have overtime today".

"If I drive you crazy first Ottawa, you'll still have plenty of 'favorites' today... ♥"

Moving her tongue lusciously with that said, she gently drips saliva over Ottawa's dirty tortoise head, while also letting her tongue tip crawl tyrotically in her urethra, shaking her munchy wife tits and caressing (pussy) her thick meat stick up and down. It's all for my husband. To make Wallace even more popular with information from Ottawa's forbidden books.

"CHUCK ♥ CHUCK ♥ I'm already cheating, Mr. Ellis... ♥ I can't believe I even licked the turtle head... ♥"

"Even I can't beat a young kid yet, Makina ♥"

Then he lost and made Ottawa's cali neck crawl with pink tongue tips relo ♥ while the naked makina also pissed. To the meat stick erected in the bin. Press the breast with Ehlis and contaminate the breast by the male juice (cowper) of the first run, which does not seem to be 16 years old.

Like Ehlis, Makina is in a position to want to draw information from Ottawa. So until I told Tet to "stay in the forbidden library and do the search," I was trying to give myself away and get information about the forbidden book.

"Phew, fuhi......! This sucks...... Huh!

Ottawa was leaning back on his futon and leaking his voice into intense feeling without even showing his usual intimidating attitude.

Double Pussy by Big Tits Young Wife and Breast Adventurer. Former Madonna of the school and a double fella to the turtle head and cali neck by the princess of one country. Just wandering around makes the munchkin dosquevebody touch the skin of the obese body and is likely to ejaculate just the warmth and softness of the four breasts, the boobs for two that compress the meat stick.

I'm letting two beautiful women serve me like I can't even have a conversation instead of having sex if I'm normal. It's a busike. I've been cursed that I'm fat, and I feel superb 3P.

That fact, and the turtle-headed licking pussy of Elise and Makina, will instantly erupt Ottawa's stinking cock.

"Ah, out, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!

"Ah... ♥ Hin... eh ♥"

"hehe... ♥ fever... ♥"

The momentum reminiscent of volcanic eruptions makes yellowish clouds overflow. Ottawa's semen pollutes Makina and Elise's breasts, tongue, face, and hair. As if it were dog marking, it stained the two of them with indelible betrayal facts and intense odors.

"Ola, overlap... I'll have fun with you both at the same time......!

Even if you are ejaculated with a double pussy rifera, you do not know that the forces of Ottawa, reinforced by the magic of horny provocation, will fade. And Elise and the horny makina were the same.

The horny print magic princess of an exasperated bitch is covered by a beautiful scribe who still leans on her back as she sweats on the body of her still unexcited wife.

And their big tits touch each other, and their nipples rub against each other as they swing null and slutty with sweat.

Wife manko with blue-haired pubic hair and princess hairless (pimp) manko. To that place, where the two secret shells overlapped, Ottawa pushed in a meat stick that would not shrivel.

"Whoa, whoa... whoa!

"Ah ♥ ottawa ku, hiaaa ♥"

"shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu ♥ ♥"

Throughout his thick arms swollen with waste of meat, he grabs the hips of his wife and princess with gutter. And if you move your hips back and forth, the wet vaginal meat wraps the meat stick from the top and bottom, and the erect penis (clitoris) stimulates the turtle head and back muscles with tightness.

The heat of the three and the sound of meat bumps. While savoring erotic manko at the same time, Ottawa moves her hips and inserts them into her vagina alternating with Makina and Ealis.

"Ah ♥ Ottawa, you ♥ ig ♥ ahhh ♥"

"Ah ♥ Ahem ♥ creepy ♥ creepy and sooo creepy ♥"

"Both dick-eating bitches......! Yikes, all together......!

He offends his wife's fluffy manko, which was the Madonna of the school, in a normal position, pulls out its twisted and tangled love liquid in a meat stick, and inserts it into the superb famous vessel of a teenage girl adventurer princess, in a dorsal position. And back to Elise's vagina again, to Makina's manko again.

That's how they offend their vaginas, while enjoying the difference in feel, Ottawa's waist accelerates. Eventually, the aim cannot be set for alternating insertions, and the meat bars are siggled out among the pork thick manmeat.

"Ah ♥ Ik ♥ Me ♥ Yikes ♥ I'm sorry, you ah ♥"

"Wa himo ♥ ig ♥ iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii ♥ ♥"

"Knock, whoa, whoa... whoa!

Dobble ♥ Dobble ♥ Bibble ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ♥

While wrapped in the finest manmeat, Ottawa fired drools and dark semen into the bellies of Ealis and Makina.

And the two beautiful women also seared from their vaginal mouths puffy oh ♥ and the three defiled themselves in drools with their own body fluids and love fluids.

"Ah ♥ haha... ♥ Now I need a forbidden book location... ♥"

"To me too, a secret recipe... ♥"

"Of course I'll tell you... But I'm gonna keep going until my dick shrivels today...!

"Yes... ♥"

"Of course, Ottawa... ♥"

I still won't give you any information. Pull as much as you can. That's how they squeeze it out. It could take another new prey. Every woman who visits the forbidden library makes it her own.

With such dos black ambitions on fire, Ottawa indulged the two limbs.