The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Repeat the kiss to the neck muscle. I don't kiss my mouth because it's NG's promise. I plan to break it if I can't stand it.

"Rupetta, she's adorable. Nice."

"Mmm..."

She hates sex. She constantly solidifies her expression in bed, but my cheeks loosen slightly when I gently praise her. And soon his face is tightened and he returns faceless.

I can round out that I'm not used to being praised by men, and the response is cute one way or another.

"Look at this."

When I remove my belt and grate my underwear, I reveal a meat stick that is so uplifted that it seems to penetrate my lower abdomen.

And he took Lupetta's hand, which distorted his face, and let it touch the rising of his blood vessels when he was frightened.

"How do you feel about touching it?

"... like a muscle"

"Rupetta is a good woman, so this place gets so powerful and upbeat. Look, touch it better. It's bright, so you can see it better, right? You should study in the future in case you act with Merguin."

He was a rupetta with a disgusting face, but because he could make excuses for Merguin, or just because curiosity prevailed, there is a consciousness to observe on the hand touching the meat stick.

I thought I had measured the thickness of the stem with my fingers and pulled the peeled skin further down to see the base part of the turtle head. So the other hand was put on the palm of his hand to weigh the ball bag, and let it be puffy.

Clear juice floods from the tip of the meat stick, excited by the tough hand.

"Hih."

Rupetta took her hand off the meat stick so as to escape the clear running juice that began to drip.

I rub against her and take off my clothes. The strings are just stuck in the design, so there doesn't seem to be any point in solving this. I guess I'll have to let this jacket pose as a hail and take it off.

"Huh...... ahh"

Slip your hands in from between your jacket and skirt and rub your rubbing raw chest.

Apparently, he's wearing camisole-inspired underwear inside. Lupetta hated it as she shook her shoulders when she pinched her nipples with her fingers.

Rupetta's nipples are really stuffy, anyway. If I make the Nipple Elasticity Rankings with the women I've held so far, I'll be number one.

"Look, go to sleep"

Press Rupetta gently to put her to bed.

And I'll try to lift up the cloth on the part where I was getting my hands. There seems to be plenty of room for just sticking my head in.

"What... what?

Lift your jacket and your internal camisole-style underwear up at the same time and stick your head into the tunnel you could.

Beyond the stomach, beyond the mistletoe, to reach the chest. Rupetta does a nasty thing and moves her body left and right, but she can't escape because my body is holding her thigh.

"Hih! Kuh, tickle!

If you are an average woman, push your nose to a place located in the valley of your chest and smell the smell. Mixed with the good smell of soap, was it sweat or the smell of a faintly drifting woman tickled my nostrils.

The nipples I had caressed since just now remained perfectly erect, and I well understood their presence even in the dimness in my clothes.

Make a self-assertion. Gently include it in your mouth. I'm a little frightened that I don't have breast-like breasts.

"Ya, n, ku, tickle......! Kufu, yah, kufu, tickle!

She shivered into small pieces and resisted with a slightly laughing voice.

My face and hair touched my bare skin when I was dived into my clothes, and I guess I'm feeling awkward.

Bad for her, but I was feeling so comfortable.

"Ahhh... Hin... ahhh... Kuhi..."

I suck on my nipples as I feel the woman's temperature in a dark, narrow space. I don't know, my heart's at ease.

Lick, suck and sweet bite. Rupetta hugs my head in her clothes and tries to limit that behavior, but she ignores it and keeps nagging me with her mouth.

"Shit. Oh, it tickles! Fuckin 'hell, no. Don't lick me...... kufu......"

Rupetta's chest doesn't seem to develop at all as a sexy band, and no matter how much she licks, it doesn't give her a horny vibe.

I enjoy rubbing my gummy, tactile nipples with my lips, but when I feel her with my skin that makes me laugh, it's going to shrivel to this groin.

"That was delicious. Good breasts."

Pull out the head that was stuck in his clothes and see the rupetta with a slightly reddened face.

I don't know if I didn't like the act and cried or if I cried because I was tickled and laughed too much, but her eyes were shining with tears.

"... not good. Like this."

After all, Rupetta seemed to have a complex in lactating milk that matched its loli shape. Well, I guess so.

I gently stroked the overly sloppy hill from the top of my clothes.

"Me, Melgin tells me I'm like a child...! Even the captain's lover... is so big..."

It should be noted that Minute's chest size is about her age average and is not a small but never a large category.

As I stroked my chest silently, my stupidity for Melgin and fellow adventurers "that woman began again, just like before.

While pretending to be listening for now, I occasionally hammer and utter words affirming Rupetta.

I touch my body subtly and caress it gently, disturbing my clothes, but I don't notice Rupetta obsessed with exhaling stress. No, maybe he keeps talking, intentionally trying to distract himself from the reality of having to be held by a man he doesn't even like.

"Rupetta"

Put your hands on her thighs and call her name.

Don't resist, I'll sue you with my eyes and then make you open a strand that was tightly closed. The angle at which both feet draw is opened from 0 to 30, 60, and 90 degrees.

The contents of the crotch remain hidden because of the skirt, but you thought about the act that follows after this, the rupetta gets silent and the expression is strong.

"Ugh... Ugh"

I show my willingness to resist with an unspoken voice, but I didn't care and moved in front of her crotch.

Just like you just jumped into your chest, now you jump into your skirt. I guess I guessed that, Rupetta's silver eyes wide open.

"Oh, no! No! No! No!

If you stick your head in your skirt, you must have tried to keep pushing my invasion, getting your hands over the cloth to prevent it. And as I work with it, both thighs approach me trying to pinch me.

When she kisses her thighs, which are just approaching to stay out of the way, she seems surprised and her feet are again at a 90-degree angle.

"Yikes...... Awwww!

When we reached the deepest point, there was a string bread waiting for us there. It's in the skirt, so it's dark and hard to tell the color, but I think it's probably a dark blue one.

Press your nose against your pussy from the top of the cloth to taste the scent of rupetta.

"Ugh... no... stop licking..."

The aroma of soap is stronger and I can only feel her smell nagging. He wanted to smell it because of it. Then what should I do? You just have to make the smell stronger.

"Ah!? Ahhh...!

Untie the string and remove the string bread.

In a dim skirt, Rupetta's most important place was exposed to defenselessness.

"Hih!

Even though my nose is tickled by my pubic hair, I taste Rupetta's pussy using my entire tongue. The moist and soft feel conveyed to my tongue, but I didn't feel much salt. Tasteless.

"Hih! Again!? Oh, no! No!"

She restrains her feet guttingly as she starts to move hard, and continues to lick the whole manko like a dog licks it around roughly.

Put one hand inside and open the secret office with instructions to sign the piece.

"Oh, oh, oh... no... no... uhhhhhhh"

A small vaginal hole, present in a beautiful flesh color, is puffy and trembling like an organ. The pubic nucleus covered with the foreskin was glimpsed with his tongue, and the puffiness was aggravated.

"Ahhhhhh......! Mm-hmm. Ahhh...... Uh-oh... oh, oh, there, oh, ah"

As I moved my tongue, I remembered the pleasure spot I learned the other day when I held her.

The more irritated she is, the louder her gasping voice becomes, the dripping of lukewarm liquid makes the woman smell stronger.

"uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The skirt fills with the smell of rupetta.

Was the honeypot melting nasty looking for a male root or nastyly opening his mouth?

"Heh... oh, shit, it gets weird... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

My moist, sweaty thighs gently pinch my head.

Lupetta's hand attached to the back of his head was as powerful as inviting my face to Manko. Are you unconsciously seeking pleasure?

Having fully grasped her pleasant point, I will continue caressing her in no hurry. Careful, take your time, nasty, tight, persistent.

"Ugh... oh, oh... oh, my God, I'm scared... oh, my God, I'm scared... oh, my God, it's weird, it's frightening... oh, my God, oh, my God"

By the time she could hear her rough breath even from inside the skirt, she started gasping in a crying voice.

And the power that was pulling my head back until just now turned into the power to push it back.

"Oh no... also, let's go away... ooh... ahhh!? Oh, you're going crazy! No, no, no, no! Ahhhhhhhh!? Merguin! Merguin, help me! Yes! Oh no!? It's gonna freak me out. Ugh! Oh no!!

It takes great force to push my head back, but it keeps stimulating the secrets against it. What a shouting appeal is, backwards, her hips float into the universe just a little bit, as if she wanted more licking.

In response, I attacked her weakness, her pleasure spot, all at once at a time when her voice grew louder.

"Ugh! I'm frightened. No! Oh, hey! Ah!! Ahhh!!

My thighs were tightened up thoughtfully and my head pinched all over me.

And the next moment, Rupetta screams horribly tall like he was engraved with a sword. Her hips were lifted all the way up into the universe, and she soon lost her strength and landed in bed.

I was surprised by that scream and movement. I put my head out of my skirt and saw Rupetta.

"Ugh................................................................................................................................................................................."

She was crossing her arms to hide her face and whimpering in tears.

Her face, which turned bright red to the tip of her ear, was soaking wet with tears and covetousness, trembling into small pieces as if she had snuggled from time to time.

"Rupetta. She's adorable."

Sleeps and hugs her body as she leans next to her.

"You're feeling better, aren't you? Good boy. Rupetta is a good girl. Not a bad thing at all. Well done. Look, I'm not scared anymore."

I praised her and gently stroked her hair with my hugging hand.

The cry gets louder again for a while, but it was not resisted.

The fact that you sexually filled Rupetta tickles my mind. This is exactly what it means to end up in the manhood.