"Ugh... slow... please slow down, it's... a little swollen." The wedding dress bunched up at her waist, exposing her beautiful body. Miku's hands were tightly gripping the sheets, and she restrained her legs from opening and brought them back together, experiencing the strange sensation of her body being slowly explored by the man's large organ.
The tender entrance was covered with saliva and love honey. As Naga's body drew closer, the throbbing pain mixed with a strange pleasure assaulted Miku's senses, making her moans exceptionally sweet.
Suppressing the urge to follow the velvety touch to the deepest part, Naga patiently kissed the soles of her feet resting on her shoulders, making small in-and-out movements near the entrance, gradually taking in a deeper position.
"Mmm...husband, I...I'm fine, come on..." A sense of unease arose from the careful caresses. Miku bent her tender white feet and looked at Naga with a distressed and moist expression.
Without a doubt, she was ready to welcome the first man in her life, a reality, not a dream.
Naga gazed into her expectant eyes, his gaze slowly moving down to her flushed chest. He leaned forward, gently cupping her trembling breasts, then wrapped his other arm around Miku's taut thigh, thrusting his hips forward with a sudden movement.
The glans was enveloped by layers of beautiful, smooth muscle, and the sensitive clitoris was rubbed by the hard fleshy ridges. After breaking through the protection of the fragile membrane, the two tightly connected people simultaneously experienced an even more intense pleasure.
"Uh... um, um! Ahh..." Miku's knees trembled slightly from the sharp pain, but her moans were mixed with the pleasure of being possessed. Naga lowered his body, kneading her smooth breasts while letting his erect penis thrust into Miku's juicy flower garden.
"Waaah... Waaah... It's so... so strange, my body... it's become so strange, husband, husband, is Miku, Miku becoming a slutty woman... Ahh, ahhh..." As the thrusting quickened, the red flush rapidly spread from her chest to the rest of her fair skin. Miku looked at Naga in a panic as she swayed, unable to believe that she was approaching orgasm so quickly.
"No, haa, haa, if Miku is comfortable, even if she's a little more lewd, I'm happy." He panted heavily, casually weaving words in his reply, while increasing the amplitude of his swaying, his penis tearing open the newly blossoming bud, and then penetrating all the way to the deepest point where it could not go any further.
Her cervix trembled and felt sore, and every cell in her body was transmitting the tingling sensation from her vagina being rubbed. Miku forgot her shame and felt no pain. In the sharp, almost stinging, new pleasure, she released a stream of slippery nectar.
Whether it was because of their sisterly blood relationship or not, Miku's honey pot was a wonderful and exquisite instrument similar to Ami's. With normal sexual orientation and good sensitivity, the pleasure it brought to Naga was multiplied. When Miku's second orgasm came, Naga comfortably tensed his back and relaxed himself, forcefully shooting the large amount of semen that had been accumulating into his wife's body.
Their lower bodies were pressed tightly together, experiencing the flow and mixing of bodily fluids, and the close connection between their pulses gradually merging into one.
The short twenty minutes felt like an hour. Miku glanced at the clock, blinked, and shifted her body slightly. A sharp pain shot through her groin, but more than that, a warm comfort washed over her. Warm fluid flowed out as Naga withdrew, and she quickly grabbed a stack of tissues from the bedside table to carefully cover herself.
"Uh... If we're going to have a baby, we can't let all of this leak out, right?" Miku whispered, glancing at the pinkish-red semen stains on the tissue. Worried, she grabbed a pillow from the side and placed it under her buttocks.
Naga lay down next to Miku with a smile, reaching out to play with her sweaty breasts. "It's okay if it leaks out, I can shoot more inside, more than you can hold."
"Ugh." Miku blushed and punched him lightly. With a forceful punch, another glob of white fluid spilled out. She quickly covered it with a tissue, glared at him, and said, "How come there's so much? Ugh... It feels like I've been filled with cream."
"It's so cumbersome." The wedding dress, bunched up at the waist, was uncomfortable. Miku carefully used a tissue to plug her crotch, moved to the edge of the bed, and took the dress off her head. "I'm never wearing this with you again. It's so itchy and irritating on my back."
She put the wedding dress in the corner of the room, touched her arm, frowned and said, "Ugh...it's sticky, honey, I want to take a shower."
Miku glanced at him and saw that his penis had swelled up and was slightly erect again. She couldn't help but laugh. She walked over, climbed onto the bed, pinched the base of the penis with her fingers, bit her lip, and said, "Doesn't this guy need to rest? What a pervert."
"It's because Miku, you're so sexy," Naga muttered, opening his arms to pull his wife into his embrace, lowering his head to suckle her nipple, swirling his tongue around it.
"Ugh... I hate it... I want to take a shower." Miku twisted her waist and bit his arm in a coquettish manner.
"We'll finish in a bit, then we'll go wash together." Burning with desire, Naga had already found her crotch and began to tease her sensitive clitoris.
The electric-like numbing pleasure made her still-warm body heat up again. She sighed and groaned, reaching out to stroke Naga's erect penis, and whispered in a coquettish tone, "Alright, I'll do as my husband says."
"Mmm, mmm! Uh... it still hurts a little." Squatting on Naga's waist, Miku, who was trying the riding position for the first time, had just lowered her buttocks when she started shaking her head while holding onto his penis.
The swollen glans brought a slight tearing sensation to her slightly swollen vaginal opening. Although it was much milder than the tearing pain that felt like her body was being torn apart when she was first penetrated, it was enough to make her hesitate and not dare to sit down.
Moreover, her current posture made her too ashamed to think properly. Naga put her hands behind her head and looked down leisurely. Undoubtedly, the place where his burning gaze landed was her exposed mons pubis because her knees were spread apart. He raised his hands and cupped her white breasts, playing with her hard nipples with his fingers. As she leaned forward, it was as if she was offering her breasts to his hands.
"Is this... really okay?" As she sank to a certain point, a dull yet tingling sensation spread between her legs. Miku looked down at the shaft between their bodies and said worriedly, "I feel like I've reached the top. It seems... it seems like I can't go any lower."
Naga was enjoying the sensation of being gripped by soft, moist flesh, and casually replied, "Move however you feel comfortable. It doesn't have to go all the way in; I feel comfortable this way too."
"Is...is that so?" Miku looked at her lower body suspiciously, and tentatively sank down a little. A strong tingling and numbness immediately came from the depths of her long and winding vaginal cavity, as if a soft and tender lump of flesh had been poked by the tip of the penis, making her knees go weak and almost kneel down.
She dared not try again, so she held Naga's chest with both hands and swayed her waist up and down, her slender and taut abdomen swaying sensually, accompanied by the lewd undulations of her snow-white buttocks.
Her cheeks burned with shame, but the pleasure was also real, emanating from the piston-like movements. The swollen inner walls were painfully rubbed, yet the sweetness made her unable to stop, and she kept increasing the speed. Her wet honey pot made gurgling sounds as it sucked, making her afraid to look into Naga's eyes anymore.
As expected of Miku, who has been consistently exercising, an ordinary office worker would have given up after only five minutes at this speed. Naga proudly raised her neck, enjoying the continuous sucking pleasure without having to move. Because of Miku's continuous exertion of her legs, her already more alluring vagina became even tighter. If she hadn't just ejaculated once, Naga's rather proud stamina would have collapsed completely in seven or eight minutes.
"Ah, ah! No... it's coming again..." Driven by her heightened senses, Miku straightened her back, squatted down as if urinating, and vigorously shook her hips while holding onto her knees. Her buttocks, rising and falling, had long forgotten the length of the penis, and each time she sat firmly on the bottom.
Knowing that her climax was approaching, Naga also took a deep breath and thrust his hips upwards quickly. With the cooperation of both sides, the intercourse organs suddenly turned into a dense sprint, and an extreme pleasure rushed to Miku's head. Her delicate moans were suddenly lengthened, and with the trembling end of the sound, her clenched flower core began to spasm once again.
Knowing that a woman would enter a subtle, languid state after climax, Naga flipped over and pinned Miku down, continuing their unfinished business.
Miku moaned and groaned for a while before regaining some strength and lifting her leg to meet him.
This time, as Miku's moans grew louder and more frequent, the sound of the lock turning came from the bedroom door.
Naga froze on the bed, while Miku angrily looked towards the door.
Who else could it be besides Ashi, the other owner of this house?
"Hey, promise you won't bother me tonight!" Miku's cheeks flushed red. When she saw that Mizuhara Yoshimi was also there, she hurriedly pulled a blanket over the two of them.
Asami walked in with a smile, closed the door behind her, and sat down, crossing her legs, but instead of sitting in a chair, she sat on Yoshimi's back. Yoshimi braced herself on all fours, gritted her teeth, and lowered her head.
"Of course I will keep my promise." Asami stroked Yoshimi's upturned buttocks and twirled the dog tail inserted into her anus. "But I didn't promise not to bother Naga tonight, did I? I promise, I will not harass you."
"You..." Miku was so angry that she couldn't speak. She pushed Naga angrily, trying to stop her. But Naga was swayed by her push, and her lower body felt an annoying soreness again. She was unwilling to let that source of pleasure slip out like that.
"Sister, just relax and enjoy yourself. On your wedding night, as your younger sister, I should make sure you have a good time; that would be polite of me." Asami stood up and walked to the bedside, holding Yoshimi's hand.
She entered the room completely naked, her alluring naked body displayed without any shyness. She leaned over Naga's back, fastened the chain on her hand to the headboard, stroked Naga's back, gently licked it, and said in a soft moan, "Brother-in-law, please continue, otherwise my sister will be unhappy and angry with me again."
Feeling a tingling sensation from the wet, smooth tongue, Naga simply gave up thinking about what Ami wanted to do and focused his attention back on his wife below, stroking her taut thighs and slowly resuming his thrusting.
"Hey…don't, don't start again…mmm…" Miku protested in a trembling voice, but immediately, her aroused senses turned her sentence into a long, drawn-out moan.
Asami licked her lips, staring at Miku's swaying breasts. She kicked the obstructing blanket off the bed, lay down behind Naga, and massaged him with her breasts while extending her fingers from behind his buttocks to between her legs, caressing his engorged clitoris in rhythm with the swaying of her body.
Asami had clearly told Yoshimi what to do before coming in. After giving her a look, Yoshimi shrank back timidly, then adjusted the collar around her neck, climbed onto the bed, and lay down next to Miku.
"Ah! What...what are you doing? Don't...don't touch me...uhh..." Miku was trying to ignore the two uninvited guests with her eyes closed when suddenly her nipple was sucked by a warm mouth. It was Yoshimi who was holding her breasts with both hands and carefully licking from her areola towards the center.
Stimulated by the scene before her and the service behind her, Naga pressed his body down, his penis thrusting with a force that almost emptied the love juice from her honey hole. Miku had just raised her hand to push Yoshimi away when she was immediately overwhelmed by lust and had to pull it back to her side, tightly gripping the sheets beneath her. She used all her strength to restrain herself from making a sound in front of the two of them.
That pained, suppressed moan was incredibly alluring. Naga stared at Miku's face, excitedly changing his rhythm, wanting to give her more pleasure, wanting to see her unable to hold back her cries.
The penis churned inside Miku from different angles, as if even her internal organs were being drawn into that narrow crevice. She felt her body growing lighter and lighter, every sense in her body sparkling with pleasure, and all her muscles tensing uncontrollably. She couldn't help but grab Yoshimi's hair and press it against her full breasts. Yoshimi obediently pressed against her chest, her lips and tongue working even harder, making Miku's nipples feel so happy they almost burst open.
This climax came so quickly and lasted so long. The sensuality suppressed by shame exploded all at once, and the rebounding lust overwhelmed Miku's consciousness in an instant.
A series of tiny explosions began to spread from around the sliding penis. She opened her mouth and screamed wildly. She couldn't even hear how loud she was screaming. She only knew that if she didn't release this excited energy, she would explode.
Naga continued moving tirelessly, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her flat stomach, making it wet.
Time seemed to slow down. Naga lifted her feet and kissed each of her outstretched toes, while Yoshimi continued to suckle and kiss her breasts, her fingers playing with the nipple on the other side. Asami's face remained behind Naga, watching her with a grin as she watched her writhe and twitch in a wanton manner.
"Ah! Ahh... Ahhh..."
The outline of her abdominal muscles appeared on her fair belly. Her hand, which was gripping Ryomei's hair, almost pulled it off. As if she was about to bounce off the bed, Miku screamed and tilted her head back, the veins on both sides of her neck throbbing violently.
The spasming flower core sucked on the glans, which was excited to the extreme, and thick semen spurted out from the center of the tender flesh that was pushed in from all sides, filling Miku's uterus completely, not a drop was left.