The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

I finally took a breather when I slapped my fourth ejaculation into Minute's vagina.

Rub your body sticky with sweat and kiss it to end.

"Ha... ha... You got it all squeezed."

"... ooh... ♡"

Minute's gaze, which had probably peaked several times during the act, is fluttering through the universe.

I gently stroked her hair and waited for her consciousness to become clear.

Chestnut hair and black eyes.

Minute doesn't have the colorfulness of green hair, pink eyes, etc. in this world, so there is a part of my mind that calms me down with a slight sense of Japanese nostalgia in my previous life.

Maybe that's what caught my eye when I first saw her. At the time, I was still in a strong mood to miss my previous life.

I noticed my black eyes staring at me.

"... young lady"

"Oh, you noticed. I want you to stay like this today, is my parents okay?

Minute's hand crawled through my skin, grabbing my palm and tangling my fingers.

A hand connected to her lover all the time draws her to her chest.

"Yeah...... Today, before I come out, I'm telling my mother that I might stay..."

Apparently, the sleepover sex was a date I was ready for. I decide to give you a vacation to reward you.

"Tomorrow's work can be on vacation. Get some rest."

Talking like that, I find myself thirsty. My mouth fluids are so callous that I wonder where they disappeared.

But the shriveled penis was in bond and I still felt like I just wanted to be a little more connected to the Minute.

I speak toward the corner of the room.

"Black. Hold the water. It's for two."

There is a slight sound of cloth rubbing, and a small shadow rises.

In a cautious motion not to fall, the shadow takes the water spill on the desk and pours water on the goblet. In the quiet bedroom, the sound of water pouring, in particular, sounded well.

"Huh...?

Minute noticed the presence of a shadow stuck his face.

The black coat puts the two goblets on the tray and comes closer to the bed.

A servant who waits in his bedroom during his husband's night games and helps when something happens is called a black suit. Call for water to be used when you want to drink it, as you do now.

The contents of black clothes are mostly those of someone who is a servant who usually works, but I don't know who does the black role for a thin black cloth that hides black clothes and faces. If you call it black, the servant in the role of black moves, so you don't even need to know his name.

There is a reason for this, and many aristocrats, though servants, find it embarrassing to be seen sexually by third parties. So he says it reduces resistance by creating the uncertain existence of "black clothes". It seems better to think that any of the servants asked me to gasp for sex, rather than I don't know what kind of gasp I heard in black.

I'm talking about pouring yourself into a glass of water and drinking it if you're going to be as troublesome as that, but noble greats seem to be easier to get a servant ready and watch sex than that kind of hassle.

I never had my black clothes waiting in my bedroom before, but this time I had them specially placed.

"Thank you. Back off."

Taking the word as a signal, Blackjacket went back to the corner of the room without responding.

I handed one of the goblets I received to Minute and drank all my share.

"Oh, um..."

"It's okay. The contents of that black suit are women, not those who work in the castle as servants"

Minute exhaled as relieved.

There is a rule that black clothes should never leak what you see or hear while waiting, but you just wouldn't want your heterosexual colleagues to see the sex scene. Especially where it was ringing so cute.

"By and large, there would be no way to show other men the nakedness of the Minute. You're mine alone."

"Ha... ♡"

The contents of this black coat are Eve.

When I saw Eve in the hallway earlier, I wanted to show her how good Rabueh was and nominated her for black. Black clothes basically wait in silence, you just have to shut up and follow the instructions when they call you, so even Eve can do it.

I'll see how the love works later by me and Minute, and I'll find out what you felt. Looking forward to it.

"Mmm...... Is that...?

Minute hands move over the bet, like looking for something.

With the lower body in bond, the search is narrower.

"What's up?

"Oh, well, I wonder where the underwear is to be worn underneath..."

They're looking for string bread.

Every time I take my underwear off, I throw it under my bed.

He commanded Eve, who had put his black clothes together again, to retrieve the string bread. Minute then says she wants a handkerchief, so she makes it ready in conjunction.

I thought it might be a good idea to stay connected and welcome the morning, but I decided to pull it out because I wanted to take a piss.

The idea of urinating in her vagina came to me, and I also wanted to try it just a little bit, but I stopped because it seemed like an act of watering this raspberry mood. When you do it, you should do it with momentum when the excitement of intercourse increases.

"Minute. I'm gonna pull it out."

"Yes.... go ahead"

Declaring the demerger, she takes the string bread and handkerchief she left on her pillow.

When I pulled out my shriveled cock, the poured semen poured out.

"Mmm..."

Minute quickly wore a string pan when he pressed with a handkerchief against the vaginal mouth spitting out the semen.

Because of the handkerchief entering the crotch, the groin area of the string pan looks stuffy and uplifting.

"Young lady's baby vegetables... wasted..."

Seems like an operation to keep as much semen in your vagina as possible.

Lupetta, who I held the other day, was doing something similar by sticking pink cold weather on contraceptives. Even though blocking the vaginal mouth with a handkerchief and a string pan is the same, it's only a little funny that the purpose is 180 degrees different.

"I'll make it clean."

Minute gave out a peppery red tongue in an attempt to welcome the penises soaked in each other's body fluids.

Sticking his hips out to show off his cock, he can fit it in her mouth up to a ballbag instead of a pole.

"Nju... shh... shh... jju... jju..."

My stuff went beautifully polished with loose piston exercise.

Slight hardness returned, but not to erection. I was very comfortable with the polite and gentle tongue.

I feel like sprinkling piss like this, but I just stopped doing that.

"Oh, it feels good... Minute's shabby is awesome"

All but her shabby was forced to do it, and about one was close to vomiting.

What a wonderful thing a spontaneous fellatio is. Even if I cut and look at just this one point, she deserves to be my woman.

The heat of my tongue, which moves mercifully, transmits to my mucous membrane, making me strongly aware of my unity with her.

"Chubby.................................................................................................... chubby ♡"

I put my hand on her shoulder, making sure the tortoise head was kissed with an end signal.

"Cleaning, hard work. It was so good. You should get some rest. 'Cause I'll carry you to a beautiful bed."

"Huh?"

I activated the magic of physical strengthening and lifted Minute's body in a princess's arms.

Minute bodies that are just bigger than myself are hard to hold, and weigh more than Fannie. I decided it was better to use magic from the start than to fall and feel cool. Minute is not magical, so you probably don't know what you're doing until you're blunt about the flow of magic.

"Wow......!

You were happy to be held by the princess, she raised her gorgeous voice. I can lay her down in the second bed prepared as usual.

I handled my sneaky accumulated piss before I went into bed. I can't even poop right away, but I can pee in my room because I have a urine bottle. I'm just a little embarrassed by the sound of water in the room.

Diving into the blanket, her hand moves faster than I grab and grips harder, her fingers tied with a familiar lover connection every time. She seems to really like this.

"Young lady..."

"What?

I caressed my hair softly with the hands of those who weren't gripped, especially since it didn't seem like I had anything to say.

I hear a roar stained full of happiness, like a throat rattled.

Move your hand stroked to the tip of your hair to your back, then through your flank to your lower abdomen. The seeds I planted are trapped in this flesh.

When I stroked her gently, she crept into my chest to sweeten me.

"Love it. Young lady ♡"

Hold Minute like a stuffed animal and I close my eyes.

The peace of mind I was born with in close contact with my skin gently wrapped my consciousness.