The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

My lord, it seems quite tense to take off the clothes of the men of the Qualdenze family.

My daughters' fingertips are shaking not because of the cold, but because they are in awe here.

They're not my exclusive, so they don't have that many chances to get this close to me in the first place.

The daughters surround me as if they were lynching me, touching my clothes with rough hands.

Their collaboration was not good because of the tension, and there was a lot of waste in the movement.

Have you ever seen my daughters when they were younger than their teenagers? I think I look like a high school girl when I put on my blazer clothes.

Their clothes are disturbed slightly in a hurry to take off my clothes, and their young skin becomes dewy. I am really happy with my lucky sketch.

"Plan, Deli, Sharo... Was"

"Yes."

I've had my eyes on the beauty in the castle for a long time before the sex ban was lifted, and if it's about face and name, I can remember it if I twist my head a little.

Plus, there's no mistake because Tesh was calling his name earlier.

"Are the three of you family? I assume you were prepared to show me that you're dressed the same way?

"Young lady is right. We grew up together under the roof of the Torgnome family."

They're not sisters.

Some knights raise children from the sidelines in the main house, so just because they grew up in the same house doesn't necessarily mean they're sisters.

I would visit New Year's greetings if I were a direct child, but I didn't remember their presence. Perhaps the Plans are children born on the sidelines of the Knights/Torgnomes.

Maybe he was secured to the main house as a castle climber at Newnelly Castle because he was beautiful.

"I see. Is that like a sister?"

Beautiful three sisters. It is a fascinating word that makes your heart dance.

"You will be."

While I was stripped of my clothes, I continued my conversation with no other love.

I'm the man who wants them now. I want to have some fun knowing where they came from because I hold them.

Aside from the flickering breasts from the raised clothes, the delicate skin of the young daughter, the lukewarmly raised clavicle, and the neck muscles revealed by putting the hair up to keep it from getting wet in the water.

"I'll give it to you"

"Oh."

My jacket was removed and my upper body is already a thin piece of cloth.

The planners' hands stretched out to Honmaru, my pants. But it won't be easy to get it down.

"Ah..."

I took my belt off.

"Don't keep the young lady waiting."

Delhi and Sharo speak lower from the side, but the plan remains solidified.

The only thing you can tell by the plan to get me off the front is that the meat stick is erect on the pimp, so you can't put it down.

It would be tough if something happened by cluttering it down, she loosened the string of her pants with a meticulous hand that conveyed such thoughts.

"And if you'll excuse me..."

"Uhm."

The plan lowered my pants with an erect penis caught in my pants with my hands and gentle protection.

Though over underwear, you can't possibly not be excited about your young daughter touching your penis. My penis gets even harder.

"I'll also put my underwear down"

"Ooh."

The plan confirms with a serious look and a nervous voice what you should just take off without saying no.

That also seemed like a declaration for her to make herself ready.

I took a sigh of relief. When she lowered her underwear, blah! and a meat stick pops up in momentum.

Exposed to the table, it gets wet as the tip of the meat stick, which is pinned up in a straight line, looks at it.

The banning effect was terrific, and my penis drowned rather sloppily with endurance juice in search of a place to fit. Is it like a lost child crying?

"Huh...!

Although the three daughters did not divulge words, they looked at the penis of that combat posture and opened their eyes, breathtaking.

"What's up, you're not taking a bath?

I lowered my voice to the three of them who remained silent.

"Ah...! and excuse me."

I spoke out in the guise of calm, but I was only a little thrilled inside.

It's a little embarrassing to stare at your younger daughters for a wet penis without any shyness in search of mating.

... I just felt a little better. I feel one more step closer to the spirit of a gentleman in a trench coat showing up early in the spring.

Because of the cold outside, there was white hot air standing in the bathroom.

"Young lady, please come here"

Led closer by the voice of the plan, something strange was prepared there.

There are multiple layers of cloth like triple tatami, and it also looks like a futon is laid in the bathroom.

And there was one small chair on the cloth with no back.

The three daughters kneel on a cloth and put their fingers on.

"Let me cleanse the body of the young man from this. A plan."

"It's Deli."

"It's Sharo."

Every time I think about it, I have trouble seeing my chest well when I get this knee-standing pose in loose clothes.

It's just posing as if I'm asking you out.

"Oh. I'll take care of it."

I reply with majesty, not even trying to hide a perfectly raised penis.

"Now, sit here"

My hand was pointed at my little chair and I sat there.

After being put in a few rejections, I can sprinkle the water in the bucket.

I guess this is a good wet cloth because the cloth I'm laying on the floor is spooky but they don't seem to care.

In the shape of being surrounded by three people, I am washed of my arms and back, and my hair is washed shavingly.

I invited three people to the bathroom out of desire, but it was quite comfortable to be washed at once with man-made sea tactics. Even more so if it is by the daughters of high school girls.

"I beg your pardon..."

The plan to line up in my front gently laid my hands on my erect dick. To the unexpected soft touch, my penis trembles with great joy.

"Mmmm..."

Make a pile of soap bubbles in the palm of your hand, make a soft cushion, and then the plan wraps my turtle head around with both hands.

And a loose caress on the tortoise head with a gesture like handling even expensive artwork...... no, start washing.

"Please tell me if you're uncomfortable"

"Ah...... oh"

There can't be any discomfort.

He said that he got a clue at home or something, but this must definitely be a clue about how to handle this.

A burning hand on this one, a gentle stimulus utilizing a slip of bubble, all of which was flooded with technology that led the man into pleasure.

"Ugh..."

A ring made of fingers provides exquisite stimulation with the rod part back and forth.

"Young lady, may I have your hand?"

Lori, my body-shaped daughter who was positioning on the side, Sharo takes my left hand.

With a glimpse of her eyes over there, she was all wet in the water and her peachy nipples were scattered. The jaws are also disturbed and white skin is exposed from the area around the navel.

I felt she was openly inviting. The wetness and disturbance of the lump is too unnatural.

"Excuse me, sir."

Deli, the long-lasting beauty standing behind me, turned her arm around my ballbag.

The same goes for being inspired by ballbags, but more than that, I'm concerned that she's stuck to my back perfectly.

Milk, not as big as a plan but big enough as an adult woman, crumbles on her back, making her uncomfortable and aware of its existence. No, I don't hate it.

Is she hassled adjusting her height because she has an upper back, or moves up and down with her milk pressed against her back?

"Mmm... mmm... ♡"

In the meantime, he leaks exhalation in his ear that doesn't seem to help him with his bath very well.

I feel like washing balls is something that should be left to the plan of doing rod washing, but it is no longer a bath in such an exciting way.

"Looks like you've been practicing for a long time...... wow... really good......"

When I said that, each of the three of them opened their mouths happily.

"Ha! Thank you"

"It was worth the practice"

"I am honored to receive your compliments"

It was not an act, but a voice color that delighted me from the bottom of my heart.

But I've had one thing on my mind. Regardless of the normal bath technique, how did you practice these special bath techniques?

I wouldn't be able to do it with my mother or sisters.

"Did you do some sawdust practice? How did you learn a man's body?

Instead of a plan obsessed with washing my penis or Deli behind me, I turned my eyes to Sharo, who moved from palm to arm wash.

"I practiced against my brother and brother in my parents' bath"

Sharo answers vividly and smilingly.

I can't feel a feeling there, a feeling of disloyalty or anything. I even felt the bragging vibe that I did it.

"Hmm..."

According to Sharo, he used the men in his family to practice this kind of technique, as did Plans and Deli.

No, it's an envy. I wanted a sister or a sister who would do that, too.

It's too useful to be made a practice bench for dick technique by beautiful sisters and beauty sisters like Plan, Deli and Sharo.

With that in mind, Deli opened her mouth to take over Sharo's words.

"But we still don't know men in the true sense of the word. There are maidens who know nothing but our skills."

Foreword withdrawn. I don't want a naughty sister who does plenty of porn but doesn't let me do the key production.

"I wish I had a chance to learn somewhere..."

Deli's line was very glossy and stained with the colors inviting this one.

I'm not a man if I don't seem to get on this. How dare you not eat meals?

"Hmm. You seem willing to learn."

"Yeah, the three of us, we're equally willing."

It's a good thing you're willing. Let me teach you exactly what a dick tastes like.

I laugh more than I thought.

"I liked it. Let's have a little long water."