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Her body, which had been stiff with tension, completely relaxed, and her weight leaned against my chest.
I slipped my fingers into her mouth, which was limp and she had a dazed look on her face, and played with her soft lips.
As I swirl my fingertips around inside her mouth, stroking her thigh with one hand, I enjoy the very pleasant sensation.
"Ah... ha... ahh"
Indeed, with a melted expression on her face, Princess Haruhime completely surrendered herself to me, letting me do as I pleased.
However, this is no longer a passive, escapist way of passing the time, as it once was—rather, it could be said to be a proactive stance aimed at obtaining more sweet moments with me.
She wanted me to touch her more, to make her feel good—it was an unconscious, almost childlike, way of asking for affection.
"Oh...you..."
After savoring her tongue and withdrawing my fingers, Haruhime writhed and let out a sweet, pleading cry.
It seems that having her thighs stroked tickled her.
But being ticklish means that the skin is sensitive—which means there is a foundation for experiencing sexual pleasure.
"Osamu's legs are really thin, aren't they..."
"Ah... no, I don't want to... don't touch me there... nooo..."
"--Really?"
As I touch her , I whisper in her ear in the lowest voice I can manage.頤chin
Then Princess Chihime turned her entire face towards me, her eyes completely melted, and parted her moist lips slightly, whispering:
"...like"
"—right?"
With fingertips wet with Chihime's saliva, I flicked .凝Japanese anchovy
Her body tensed, and she straightened her back, thrusting her chest forward.
But I didn't particularly mind, and I slowly caressed my beloved wife's breasts and the area from her thighs to her groin.
"Your hands... they're so warm and gentle... I love them."
When I sank my teeth into her neck, her slender body trembled with ecstasy.
"B-but... I kind of like it when it hurts a little...!"
Indeed, after leaving teeth marks, if you suck on that area until it turns blue, Princess Chihime will let out a very sweet moan.
"Please...put more...proof that I belong to you...please give me lots and lots..."
But—despite that being said—the reality is that, apart from her breasts, she has very little flesh or fat.
Even if there is meat, it's very thin, and you might end up biting through it if you're not careful.
Nevertheless, as she requested, I chose the right spots to gently bite her skin and leave kiss marks—her body became flushed and steadily heated up.
"Ah... you... you can't touch there..."
When I made her lift her right arm and licked her armpit, then started biting her upper arm, she finally cried out in protest, probably feeling embarrassed.
However, her resistance was only verbal; her arms remained raised, and she didn't even attempt to move her body to escape.捩Yoji
All she does is let out hot, sweet sighs, her eyes filled with a mysterious expectation.
"Oh, no, no... You... what are you—"
Without any warning, I suddenly pushed her from behind, and Haruhime ended up lying face down on top of me.Shitone
If you stripped all the clothes off her body, you would find a smooth back that, despite being covered in countless scars, could only be described as beautiful.
"Isn't that good? Isn't that good?"
"Th-that's... ahh..."
Overwhelmed with embarrassment, Haruhime reached out for the nightgown that had been scattered beside the bed—but when I bit her neck, she trembled with pleasure, still clutching the garment.
Apparently, this kind of marking technique is effective when it comes to sexually taming her from now on.
However, as Princess Osamu's husband, I'm a little worried about her sexual preferences.
"...Make sure you take good care of yourself."
"Ah... ah... hiuu...!"
I gently nibbled on the nape of her neck, then traced my tongue along it, and as I slid my tongue down her back, her delicate body twitched in a sensitive reaction.
Because her skin is thin, the line of her shoulder blades is immediately visible, and when I caress it with my tongue, she squirms as if tickled.
"Y-You went that far..."
But ignoring her resistance, he continued to slide his tongue down—until he reached the base of her buttocks, near her tailbone.
However, she must be embarrassed about her bottom. Princess Chihime tries to escape by turning her hips diagonally.
But I immediately grabbed her waist firmly and stopped her movement.
"Oh, sir..."
Fearing that her embarrassing parts would be seen, yet unable to escape from my arms as her husband, Princess Osamu was filled with shame as her thin, soft buttocks were exposed.
When I stroked her head with one hand, she let out a cute sigh, "Ahhh..."
But in the next moment—
"Hyan... P-please wait...! Please wait...! No, no..."
My hands reached out to her soft buttocks, and I gently sank my fingers into their curves.
But I'm not well-mannered enough to resist the ultimate delicacy that is Princess Osamu's buttocks.
And Haruhime, unable to resist, or perhaps not even wanting to resist, continued to utter words of restraint in a voice that seemed to invite me.
Indeed, as her buttocks are touched or massaged, a light sheen of sweat begins to form on her slender body.
And from the honey pot hidden within the cleft, a fragrant, distinctly feminine scent began to rise.
A seductive scent that drives men wild.
A lustful cleft writhes obscenely, luring men in and then draining them dry.
As he watched her, he savored the softness of her buttocks, and when he traced his fingers between the thin curves, Chihime's slender body twitched and jumped in response.
My fingertips licked the anus—the opening that both men and women possess .排泄Exhaustion掠Kasu
"N-no, you can't...! That's an impure place...! N-no... don't touch me there... ah, ah! No, no, stop! Don't rub me there...!"
With one hand, he firmly spread her buttocks apart and played with the tight opening of Chihime's vagina with his fingertips.
That sensitive area, along with her genitals, visibly reacts to the stimulation from my fingers, twitching and contracting.
Each time I traced my finger along the entrance, stroking it in circles—or poking it—Haruhime would let out a sweet sigh along with a voice of protest.
Her reaction suggests that she has experience with this as well.
If you have no experience, if you don't know that this opening is used for sexual intercourse, it's probably such an unpleasant sensation that it wouldn't be surprising if you thrashed about violently at any moment.
For example, if someone like Nobukane tried to mess with me, I would definitely resist and run away like a frightened rabbit.
"Ah... ah, ah... there, no... my butt, my butt... no... my stomach is going numb...!"
However, with a vacant look in her eyes and a flushed face, Haruhime fully embraced the alluring sensuality.
As proof, a slippery, stringy fluid of love had begun to drip from her honey pot.
During the Sengoku period, male homosexuality was commonplace.
In this world, Tatsuo Saito was the epitome of lust, or perhaps the scum of humanity—there's no way he wouldn't know the taste of a man, the taste of anal sex.
He probably forced even Haruhime, who was behaving as a man, to hand over that impure ball.窄Subo
Knowing it was taboo, he probably thoroughly violated the orifice that women are absolutely forbidden to violate—otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why Princess Chihime felt even a faint sense of pleasure here.
"Ah... ah... it's going in... ah, ahhhh..."
He scooped up the lukewarm nectar from Haruhime, moistened his fingertips, and then thrust his finger firmly into her anus.
Indeed, her impure opening readily accepted my finger, inviting me deeper and deeper inside.
As her hips trembled and she let out muffled moans because she was lying face down, I licked her spine—and then I grabbed her trembling hips tightly and lifted her powerless buttocks upwards.
With her buttocks thrust out, Princess Chihime clenched her fists tightly and propped herself up on her elbows, desperately trying to endure the shame.
"Oh, this...this miserable state...! I don't want you, of all people, to see this... Please stop, have mercy... I beg you...!"
"I'm sorry, but I want to see more of your beautiful ass, I want to savor it."
I don't know how embarrassing or humiliating this is for her.
I'm sorry, but please bear with me—I whispered, kissing the area around her anus.
She then trembled violently, turned to me with an incredulous look on her face, and tensed her slender body, trying to escape with all her might.
But when I changed the angle of my lips and slurped my tongue into her honey pot, sucking up the hot, muddy fluid—
"N-no, not there... ah..."
—Overwhelmed by the sudden and intense pleasure, Haruhime was left helpless and her legs gave way.
"No... Don't lick it, please don't lick it... Ah... Mmm...!"
Haruhime's lewd vaginal opening—simply smelled like a woman, with almost no taste of her love juices.
Incidentally, in novels and manga aimed at young men, it's often mentioned that women's vaginal fluids taste sour—but in reality, that's quite embarrassing for men.
Or perhaps it simply means that the author of that novel or manga has had little sexual experience, or is simply bad at sex.
As I recalled at some point in the past, there are lactic acid bacteria called Döderlein bacilli in the female vagina, and they prevent the invasion of other bacteria.
In other words, the female genitalia are a barren wasteland where only Döderlein bacilli can survive.
Indeed, male semen is alkaline due to prostatic fluid, and when it is ejaculated into the female genitalia, which are normally kept acidic, a considerable percentage of the sperm actually die.
However, in such a state, it goes without saying that reproduction as a living organism would be virtually impossible.
Therefore, the female genitalia contain an organ called the Bartholin's gland.
This is the equivalent of the Cowper's gland in men—to put it simply, it's "the place that secretes some of the lubricating fluid when you're in the mood for sex."
These glands are very small and located on either side of the vaginal opening, but to be honest, they are so deep beneath the skin that you can't feel them.
The liquid secreted from this Bartholin's gland is alkaline, and it neutralizes the acidic environment created by the Döderlein bacilli.
Ultimately, if you lick a woman's genitals and they taste sour, it means the cruel truth is that "her genitals are acidic = she's not feeling pleasure."
No matter how much the woman seemed to be enjoying it, it was obvious that it was all an act.
For those of you who are unsure whether a woman is truly enjoying herself, I urge you to keep this point firmly in mind, in order to maintain a healthy relationship with your beloved partner.
"Hey... why can't I lick it...? Your little thing is twitching with pleasure, begging me to lick it more."
When I blew a breath into her wet, slutty cleft, it contracted tightly, and the lewd vaginal opening spurted out thick love juice.
Haruhime's hips trembled uncontrollably, but I held onto her waist tightly, not letting her escape.
"You were looking forward to it too, weren't you? You wanted to be thoroughly played with, thrust into, and stirred around until you melted completely—and have a big load released inside you, filling your belly to the brim, right?"
"Th...that's not true... ah...no...no..."
"Otherwise, they wouldn't ostentatiously serve up grated yam soup, would they?"
"Ah... Aaaah..."
When I whispered in her ear, Haruhime's face turned bright red and her body trembled uncontrollably.
Apparently, just imagining a future where she is sexually abused and driven to ecstasy is enough to send Chihime into a state of bliss.
(Well then, I think I'll have my way with some bullying today.)
I thought about that while stroking her protruding buttocks.
If we're talking about S and M, Chihime is more of an M type of person.
How could I, as her husband, not put in the effort to satisfy her? No, I can't.
"Hey, Osamu... I haven't really told you this before, but your ass...it's so smooth and feels really good."
"Ah... no... no...! Don't say such lewd things..."
"There's no way a married couple wouldn't be lustful at night."
"But...but...please forgive me for dressing like this...! Ah, ah...not there...!"
If you spread open the slightly trembling buttocks, the lovely anus will briefly open up, but then immediately tighten again.
I'm tempted to stick my penis into this hole, but it goes without saying that anal sex requires thorough preparation.
Today's main course is definitely the vagina, not the anus.
(Well, eventually I'll be doing some redevelopment work, or rather, tuning, on the asshole as well.)
I gazed at the twitching, lustful cleft in front of me, which had been dripping with love juice for some time now.
And then I finally let go of her buttocks and used both hands to spread open her labia majora and labia minora.
"Ah... ahh...! D-don't look... don't look...!"
Although Haruhime said it in a voice that was barely audible, her body clearly conveyed her true intentions.
The vaginal opening, receiving my intense gaze, opens and closes rapidly, urging me to hurry.
There's no way I wouldn't accept that lewd invitation.
I grabbed her buttocks and began to lick her entire vulva with my whole mouth—then I thrust my tongue deep into her vaginal opening.
"Ahhh...! N-no, not there... no, stop it, sir...!"
I can feel the soft flesh of her buttocks against my cheek, and the tip of my nose, I can feel Princess Chihime's anus.
As I began to lick her honey pot while she lay face down, it was inevitable that my nose would touch her anus.
"Ah, ahh... hyan... hee... ah, ahhh..."
I play with your flesh with my tongue and thrust my nose into your anus.
Faced with such a humiliating situation, Princess Chihime let out a sobbing cry and clawed at the bedding.
The more I stirred her slippery vaginal opening with my tongue, the more her love juices flowed uncontrollably.
When I deliberately slurped it up loudly, I could feel her anus twitching, her vaginal opening gripping my tongue tightly as she licked and sucked, and her skin growing hotter and hotter.
"No... no... no, my lord..."
With her buttocks still sticking out in an embarrassing position, and shaking them slightly, Haruhime pleaded with me to stop in a sweet, pleading voice.
But when I stopped the tongue caress as instructed, pulled away from his mouth, and knelt down—
"No... Don't stop, please...! More, more...!"
—With a childlike expression, as if she had regressed to infancy, Haruhime begged for the act to continue.
"There's no way I'm going to quit."
I stripped off all the clothes clinging to my body, then I firmly held her swaying hips and spread her legs slightly.
A thick, rich scent of Princess Osamu wafted from her honey pot, causing my big dick to harden and throb.
And when I pressed the head of my penis right against her vaginal opening, sure enough, the entrance to her vagina immediately began to wriggle and give my glans a passionate deep kiss.
"Ah... ah... it's hot, it's so hot..."
"That's how much I'm looking forward to it. This moment when we become one, more than anything, more than anyone else—"
"--Ah, ah, ahhhh...!"
If I push my hips forward, her rough, exquisite vagina will immediately welcome my big cock.
The hot, muddy swamp, as if it had been eagerly awaiting this moment, clung to my penis with intense passion.
And as for Haruhime—the moment I thrust into her, her body began to convulse uncontrollably.
Judging by the degree of contraction of her vaginal opening, it seems she experienced a mild ecstasy just from the insertion.
"Osamu... you're really cute..."
He leaned his body forward and whispered those words while biting her neck, and her delicate body trembled at that alone.
As he leaned over the small body of Princess Chihime, he was struck by the illusion that he had gained complete control over her.
It's probably because of the unusual allure she exudes at night—but it's not like I want to dominate Haruhime or anything like that.
I simply want to cherish them, that's all.
"Oh...you, sir..."
As my enormous penis was thrusting into her, Princess Haruhime affectionately called out to me, her husband.
Her eyes were filled with clear longing for me, and she tilted her head back, desperately trying to look at my face.
Seeing my wife's utterly innocent nature like that only deepened my love for her.
"Osamu..."
"Ah, ah..."
I wrapped my arms around her chest and hugged her tightly.
I could clearly feel the life-giving pulse residing within that soft, warm little body.
Her heart pulsates, thump, thump, right beneath my chest.
"Your lord..."
"Ah... it's so warm..."
"yes..."
No words were particularly necessary.
We embraced, our lower bodies connected—it felt like we could understand each other just by doing that.
It's obviously just an illusion, but even so, there's no doubt that they care for each other.
Or perhaps, that's all you need to understand.
"Your chest...it's so broad, it's reassuring..."
"Is that so...?"
"Yes... Could you hold me tighter...?"
"like this?"
"Hold me tighter... tighter, so tightly that I might break..."
Haruhime's moist eyes met mine, and she smiled brightly.
Tears streamed down her face, dampening the bed.
"I want to engrave in your memory that I was here, that I was by your side..."
I can understand that sentiment.
Alternatively, there is a kind of fear that arises precisely because of happiness. That fear is the fear of having that happiness taken away, of losing it.
Especially in this era—the Sengoku period, when people endlessly betrayed, deceived, and killed each other—that feeling becomes extremely urgent.
To put it in extreme terms, if even one soldier in Sugawa Castle harbors rebellious intentions, there's a possibility that one of the lives could be lost tomorrow.
"...You fool."
I tightened my grip on her and said:
"You're here. I'm here too. Those memories will never be lost, no matter what happens."
"Your lord... aaah...!"
When I lay on my back with Haruhime in my arms, she let out a cute little shriek and snuggled completely into my chest.
A position similar to what is commonly known as the " arched back" position.撞木Shumoku
Inevitably, the insertion of Big Sun is shallower—but with my size there's no way it'll slip out, and in a way it's just right since my usual is too long.
"So, this should give you peace of mind, right?"
"a..."
Holding her close, he slowly moved his hips and whispered those words into Haruhime's ear.
She tilted her head back and stared intently into my eyes, as if pleading.
There's no doubt that this was a request for a kiss.
"Ah... oh... mmm"
When I gently stroked Haruhime's belly, she took that as a signal and softly leaned her lovely face towards my lips.
"Ahh... My lord... I adore you... I love you... Ah... Slurp..."
While it's certainly a somewhat inconvenient position for kissing compared to the missionary position, in a way, that very inconvenience only intensifies the mutual affection.
As Haruhime and I kissed, our tongues intertwined, and our saliva mixed together, we enjoyed a slow and deliberate sexual encounter.
Initially, she would feel uncomfortable and dislike anything that wasn't rough or wild, but recently she seems to have gotten quite used to more relaxed physical intimacy.
"Ah...oh...it feels good..."
"Osamu..."
"Please... stroke me..."
As she had requested, when I ruffled her hair with one hand, Princess Osamu instantly melted into a pliable state.
Ichihime was like that too, but it seems that Haruhime was even more starved for fatherly affection than she was.
Perhaps because of that, whenever we sleep together, she suddenly becomes very affectionate.
"More, more..."
However, considering that she was sent to the Saito family as a hostage when she was still very young and suffered terribly there, perhaps it was inevitable.
There was a good reason why she, who was older than me and far more intelligent than me, would regress to a childlike state when we slept together.
Besides, being relied upon isn't so bad after all—there's pressure, but lately I've started to think that way.
Or perhaps it's the ideal of wanting to become a man worthy of being relied upon, especially since he's going to have a child with Ichihime, that's driving him to think that way...
Perhaps that kind of thinking stems from the fact that I was completely alone in the world in my original life.
In short, although our circumstances were different, we were essentially similar in nature.
"Well... petting is fine, but it's about time for this too."
"Ahhh...!"
When I pushed my hips forward a little harder, her body jumped.
The vaginal opening, which had been softly enveloping my big dick, tightened with it, and the walls of her flesh clung to it in a panic.
As I rubbed my glans against her vaginal walls, which seemed to move in sync with her consciousness, I reached out my hand to her soft, swaying breasts.擦rub擦vinegar
While not as large as Ichihime's breasts, they are still big enough to fit in the palm of your hand, and they have a firm, bouncy texture, offering a different kind of sensual experience compared to Ichihime's.
"Ah... that's no good...!"
As I pinched her hardened nipples and kneaded her breasts, then bit her pale neck, Chihime's entire body turned red.凝Japanese anchovy
With that sexual arousal, her honey pot tightened, and its rough, fleshy walls licked and sucked my big dick.
"Mmm, mmm...kiss...haa...slurp..."
When our lips finally met, Princess Chihime desperately sought my tongue.
Then, as our tongues intertwine, she muffles the moans produced by the rocking of her hips inside my mouth, and sends her hot breaths into my lungs.
"Your lord... there, there...!"
"This is it... This is the right place."
In short, the "shumoku-zori" position allows for concentrated rubbing of different parts of the body than those in the normal position.
Specifically, the vaginal wall on the clitoral side—apparently, quite a few women really enjoy having this area pressed and rubbed.
It seems that Haruhime was one of those women, without exception.
"Ah, ah... ahhh... ahhh...!"
Her slender legs were forcibly spread wide by my hands—and my big dick was inserted and withdrawn with a squelching sound into the honey pot at its center.
Each time, his large, protruding glans scoops out a large amount of her vaginal fluid, leaving the bed soaking wet.
Previously, she didn't produce much vaginal fluid, but now, during sex, her honey pot was filled with plenty of lubricant.
Perhaps it was because we were having sex every night except when Ichihime and I were sleeping together—her body had started to adapt to the size of my big dick.
There's no way you'd need a huge amount of lubricant, your love juice, to handle my big dick.
"H-h
Haruhime's legs, spread wide, were firmly fixed and could not be closed, and her slender, small body was accepting my waist, which was quite tall for this era.
The piston-like movements accelerated and intensified, rubbing and slapping parts of her body that were not usually touched. Chihime shook her head violently, writhing in agony and sobbing.
Each time, her fluffy hair would scatter across my chest, or a lock would fall onto my face, tickling me.
"What's wrong with it? There's nothing wrong with it. Yours is begging for more and more...!"膣孔inside
"That's...that can't be...ahh!"
As soon as my hand reached for her clitoris, her body convulsed violently.
But I didn't care about Chihime's circumstances; a girl who lies must be punished—thinking that, I reached for the point where we were joined and scooped up a generous amount of her love juice and pre-cum.
"Stop... Stop, stop, please, I beg you, please, anything but that...!"
"It's none of my business, just accept it."
"No, no...! I can't come back now—!!"
When my fingers pinched and stroked her swollen clitoris, Chihime's body stiffened to an unprecedented degree, and the next moment,
"Ah, aaaaah...! Ah, aaaaaaaaahhhh!!"
Her body twitched violently, as if she had been washed ashore , and she trembled violently.海老shrimp
Her incredible climax was so intense that I couldn't contain myself any longer.
This was because, in addition to the alluring aura emanating from Chihime's body as she reached her peak, her seductive walls began to grip my big dick tightly, and at the same time, they started to torment my glans with a sticky, clinging sensation.
Realizing that this was a bad idea, I made a strategic retreat from her, laid her body down on the bed, and transitioned to the missionary position.膣内inside
Ultimately, the best way to ejaculate is while looking at your partner's face, which is completely disheveled and soaking wet.
I know it's a bad habit, but I feel like that's how you get something more intense.
"Ah... Aaaahhh... No, I don't want this... It feels good, but I don't want it...!!"
"Sorry about that. I'll be coming soon, so please bear with me until then."
Completely overwhelmed by pleasure, I grabbed her hips as she sobbed and switched to thrusting motions aimed at ejaculation.
Haruhime's hands gripped my wrists tightly, and her own upper arms pushed her breasts together, causing them to ripple violently.
That alluring visual information shook my brain, and my urge to ejaculate intensified.
No man can resist the allure of swaying, trembling breasts.
"Ah, ahhh...! You, you...!"
"Osamu... Osamu...!"
She calls out to me in a lewd, seductive voice, and I respond in a low voice.
Her melting face, her disheveled dark brown hair, and—my reflection in those eyes filled with pure love.
Excessive pleasure is nothing but pain.
Even as we were on the brink of disaster, her eyes remained fixed on me, relentlessly pursuing me.
Her love for me was clearly there—even though it shouldn't have been visible.
"I love you...! I love you to the core of my being—!"
"Me too, me too...! I love you, I love you—!"
As we confirmed the location of each other's love, and satisfied with that, I thrust my hips forward with all my might.
Suddenly, he sensed Princess Osamu's womb. The one and only precious place that would conceive a child.
The entrance received my violent penis and gently kissed it.
"I'm going to release it—!"
Indeed, the retainers of the Asai family, who only knew her in her usual modest manner, would surely be taken aback if they were present.
When I declared I was about to ejaculate, she wrapped her legs around me, held me tightly, and clung to me with her whole body—a truly lewd sight.
"Let it out, let it out...! Lots and lots...! Please stain me with yours...!!"
He gripped Haruhime's waist again, biting the nape of her neck as she offered it to him, and ejaculated profusely, spurting out repeatedly.
Her slender body convulsed violently, and her protruding breasts were pressed against my chest, crushing against it.
Indeed, my semen quickly filled her womb, which was still convulsing—and began to leak out from where we were joined.
"Ah... ah... uh... it's hot... it's hot inside my stomach... ah, ahhh..."
Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, tears streamed down her face, yet she still let out ecstatic moans as she stroked her lower abdomen.
Her face was blissful, revealing the satisfaction of having exchanged affection, or perhaps the ecstasy of having her feminine desires fulfilled.
And her vaginal opening pulsated gently, continuing to contract as if trying to squeeze out any remaining semen that might be inside his penis.
Indeed, when Big Sun is pulled out of her body, which continues to twitch and convulse from her hips, her hips jerk, and then a large amount of semen gushes out.
As she intertwined it with her fingertips, Haruhime smiled with a lewd grin.
"I'll clean up for you..."
Then, she brought her mouth close to my crotch, sucked on the tip of my penis, and swallowed every last drop of semen remaining in the tube.
When I stroked her head, Princess Chihime looked happy, and after she pulled her lovely lips away from my penis, she snuggled up to me.
Her lovely hands stroked his still-hard big penis and gently massaged his scrotum.
"...At this rate, it looks like you can go even further."
When I inserted my finger into her semen-soaked honey pot and slowly stirred it, she trembled, her face turned bright red, and nodded.
Then they each drank the water that had been stored in the pot by their pillows to rehydrate, and lay down on the still-warm futon that had absorbed the heat of the day.
I put my arm around Haruhime's shoulders and straightened her disheveled bangs, and she clung to me affectionately, wrapping her legs around me with a happy smile.
—It seems this lewd night is far from over.