The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

I was burying my face in that chest, shaped like Anna hugged me.

She's taller there than I am, so she fits perfectly in the milk valley.

The body odor of an adult woman and the soft body temperature transmitted from her breasts over the cloth rapidly increases my excitement.

I took her hand and stuck my face in the valley, and I stared up at Anna.

"Anna, will you give birth to my child?

Instead of asking questions, I asked with the intention of confirming them. I didn't even give you a choice because I'm going to force you or make you pregnant if you refuse.

"Yes.... believe me, is that good?

I can see the force in Anna's hand that was turned on her back.

If you were to take my asylum here, that would be a major turning point for her life. The mere fact that civilians become aristocratic concubines may be more courageous than marriage if they do poorly.

"Absolutely. I'm not dumping Anna."

I might have dressed up if I'd just pulled out the line, but I'm still stuck in the valley of Anna's tits. The puff puff state and the serious lines are unbalanced, which makes me laugh unexpectedly.

Anna seemed to think the same thing as me, and she laughed small when she dull.

"Heh heh, you look great.... Do you believe that?

"Oh, trust me"

Now I took my face off my chest and kicked it tight.

And start a light body touch on Anna's body. Put your hands on your peppers and chest, rub your back and rub your ass.

"Anna......"

That just seemed to tell Anna what I was looking for.

"Yes."

I hear Anna didn't have oral sex with her husband.

That's why when I asked for Ferratio, I was suddenly told. For her, the genitals were neither licking nor being licked.

"It's getting bigger..."

"Anna smelled good."

But it is also old now.

During my last stay, I asked Anna for a Ferratio many times. Because it was oral sex to be seen her first part. The feeling of invading her first experience, not trampled and vandalized by her late husband, comfortably satisfied my desire to conquer.

It was Anna who initially showed a strong sense of rejection for shabby, but she was also quick to get used to it. Every day, it was also morning, noon, and evening, and he made me lick him forcefully without saying whether or not he had any choice. So much so that before the departure of Nambonan, there was an implicit understanding between me and Anna that 'sex starts with Anna's fellatio'.

She seemed to remember the matter well.

Looking at her lips, I couldn't stand it anymore.

I took my pants off like I was throwing them away, and I stuck a meat stick standing in front of Anna just to look at her.

"The usual?

"Oh, please."

When I said that, Anna lifted her ass out of bed and sat down on the floor in front of her. Sitting in bed I open my legs to the big crotch opening and welcome Anna in.

She gave out a red tongue in the form of a peek only at the tip.

"Mmm..."

Anna's tongue pierced by the ball bag goes up so that it follows the curve of her erect penis as it were.

The tongue, which came up through the dorsal muscle side to slowly scorch, stopped at the cali position and moved meticulously to tickle the grooves of the muscles.

"Oh..."

"Mm-hmm... get out..."

I feel a slight Anna's fever from the back muscle because of the high temperature of her tongue.

I wanted you to keep your cheeks all the way from turtle head to cali. I wanted to be surrounded by the temperature in her mouth.

But Anna knows it or not, and she moves her tongue further up without going in.

"Chu...... raw ♡"

The tongue moves to twist the hole in the tip of the penis, and Anna's hand twists the roots of the ball bags and rods around.

Anna messing with her male genitals with nasty hands. I felt proud to think I was the one who planted this.

The penis shivers up and down and protests silently as it sifts against a condition that is being shrugged away just one step in front of the comfort.

Anna smiled at her penis once with her deafening eyes like she saw a child, and looked at this one at the top of her head.

"Ha-ha."

and the tip to the position of the caliper is inserted.

I guess I'm blurring my mouth, Anna's mucous membrane wrapped my turtle head around it and it's comfortable. I feel as warm as I did when I played Onesho.

"Mm-hmm... ♡ Nju..."

Anna's tongue moves so that the skin peels off and twists between the rounded area and the cali. It's a move as if it's going to sweep away the dirt in the gap.

It was washed thoroughly so there shouldn't be any dirt, but just a little embarrassing.

"Nju...... Nju, Cju, Cju"

Anna's mucous membrane crawls over and over like a circle as she makes a water noise.

The meat stick shivers tingly, ignoring my consciousness, for a soothing pleasure.

"Nice one Anna...... ugh... ♡"

"Chirurururu, chiru"

I'm feeling better. Anna starts using her entire mouth to stimulate my meat stick as she moves her mouth around.

Gradually more and more parts of the pole fit into her mouth.

Looking into her eyes, she seemed to notice our gaze. He turned his uppermost smile, and instead of replying, his tongue moved into tiny pieces.

"Ha... ugh, oh, good... Anna, oh, Anna, it's great"

"Nno ♡"

Watching Anna squash into my genitals makes me feel loving.

Long time no see Ferratio, but his skill didn't seem to have dropped.

You've been remembering my weak parts gradually, and the stimulus I get on my meat bars becomes sweet with every change in shabby rhythm.

"Chu... Chu... Chu... ♡ Ngu... Ngu"

The penis is finally penetrated to its roots.

My slightly grown pubic hair must have gotten into my nostrils, Anna looks like she's tickled.

The slight touch of teeth on my penis was bringing me exquisite pleasure.

"Ku... that's good"

The top of the head of a beautiful woman who buries her face in her groin and obsesses with meat sticks. This visual was an intense and expensive way to gain superiority as a man, while also providing direct sexual stimulation.

It is good that the method of moving one hand like a claw and avoiding the hair sideways is really Ferratio.

I stroke my back of my head to compliment her and to urge her to go deeper.

"Anna... you belong to me. I'm not giving it to anyone."

"Normally.............................................................................................................................................................................................."

Anna's tongue dances along with this stroking motion, providing a moist mucous membrane irritation to the meat stick.

I tried to sit back a little and reached for her chest. The cloth on my chest rose, and my tits were claiming themselves just like telling me to touch it.

"Oh, soft..."

I accidentally compare it in my brain to Kohari's milk I just touched last night.

Kohari is still somewhat of a girl, Anna would be more appropriate such as a woman. The elasticity of the chest is also that of the woman Anna. There was a flexible breast there, like sticking to a rubbing finger.

Young milk is good with young milk, but this softness that just says this is breast is going to taste so good that saliva is going to spill. It was so full of charm that I wanted to suck it with my mouth as well as my hands.

Even as I was enjoying my breasts with my hands, Anna continued to use her tongue to caress her rod to tip.

It turns into a gentle piston movement using the entire mouth, with which her breathing also becomes disturbed.

"Huh... Huh... Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh..."

Anna gets desperate and mumbles on her penis as she rocks her Oktoberfest-style ethnic costume.

Those make my meat bars acceleratingly stiff, and at the same time the summit rushes up.

"Ku... Anna, ah, Anna, no..."

I want to smear semen in her mouth like this, that kind of thought dyes her brain.

Does she understand that my penis is moving into ejaculation mode, she presses her tongue perfectly against the back muscle and begins to apply pressure to crush the meat stick.

My meat stick, nearly crushed by an elastic mucous membrane, got intoxicated by the feel and began to tremble in small pieces trying to spit out semen.

"Wait, ku..."

"Huh...? Chiu ♡"

In pleasure as if intoxicated, I put my hand on Anna's forehead and let the meat stick escape.

Wet snugly with saliva, the glittering meat stick lit by lighting magic was trembling in search of her mouth.

But you can't ejaculate in your mouth. Because I'm going to plant all of that in Anna's vagina today.

"Anna, get up in bed, please"

"... okay?

"Oh."

Trying to put Anna to bed, she tried to take off her clothes. The next act will be to understand that fluids mix, but I control them and put them on their backs in bed while dressed.

I called her out in a cute costume. I still have no reason to take it off.

"Ho."

I always didn't take it off when I was meeting Anna in the tavern's understatement, but this is the first time I've played dressing in bed.

From Anna, who falls asleep in a bed for sex as usual in her costume, she feels an irresistible grudge. It is an exquisite addition to and subtraction from the boundaries between everyday and extraordinary.

My meat stick was also very satisfied with what she looked like, dripping viscous fluid not salivating from the tip.