The room is illuminated by the faint light of an indoor lantern.
A tatami-floored room with cushions arranged in a row resembling the Japanese character for "river."
On the left side, regular breathing sounds can be heard rising from the bed.
"...Mm...fuh..."
However, the only sounds coming from the bed on the right were the rustling of clothes and muffled moans.
"...Mmm...Mmm...Kuuuuu..."
My body is pressing down on Haruhime's slender, small body.
I have tasted the flesh of women over and over again.
But it's not something you'd get bored of...
On the contrary, the more I held her, the more fulfilled I felt, both mentally and physically.
I suspect that not only I, but also Haruhime, feel the same way.
"Ah... uh... ya... ngh...!"
Haruhime buried her face in the cushion and bit down on it to prevent any sound from escaping.
Her face was already flushed crimson, and her eyes were glazed over.蕩Toro
She exposed her nape, back, and buttocks right in front of me—and whether out of shame or excitement, she seemed to be already aroused.
The clothes she was wearing had already been torn off, and were barely clinging to her body only by the sash around her waist.
And my hand continues to grope over the pale skin, where small old scars remain.
Despite the scars, her skin was beautiful and radiant, and completely flushed and hot.
"Hey... your voice is leaking out..."
As she got down on all fours, Princess Chihime's beautiful breasts sagged and swayed invitingly.
Those breasts are plump and bouncy.
That, a symbol of motherhood, is caressed with a gentle, feather-light touch, without any force.
"Stop...please stop...you...mmm..."
As my fingertips gently stroked her breasts and traced circles around her swollen, engorged nipples, my beloved wife's hips trembled with excitement.
At the top of her plump, juicy, fruit-like breasts, her gummy, hardened nipples are beginning to assert themselves.
If I lightly poked it with my fingertip, Chihime's body would twitch violently, and she would rub her firm buttocks against my crotch.
Her hip movements are probably unconscious, but that's precisely why it's so exciting.
"Ah... mmm..."
With her face flushed bright red, Princess Chihime was clenching her teeth on the bed and breathing heavily through her nose.
But despite her attempts to conceal that pleasure, she also seems to be seeking even more.
After all, her slender waist and voluptuous hips were pressing against my waist and swaying back and forth.
"What are you doing..."
"H...haun..."
"You really are... no, or perhaps..."
I loosened my kimono, leaned forward, exposing my big sun, and whispered in Princess Chihime's ear.
"Do you want me to hear...? Your lewd voice..."
"...Mmm...!"
"So, you want to be seen...? Do you want to show the city... how much I love you...?"
"...Mmm, mmm!!"
With tears welling up in her eyes, Haruhime looked at Ichihime, who was fast asleep and breathing softly, and shook her head vigorously from side to side.
To her, Ichihime was "the lady of the house"—or perhaps one of the few women she could truly open up to.
During the time when she was treated with contempt like a mere sex object in the Saito household, it is easy to imagine that the women's view of Haruhime was extremely harsh.
Therefore, even knowing the circumstances, Ichihime, who still faces herself honestly, is now a precious member of Osamuhime's family, despite the various difficulties they had at first.
But even so, her hips continued to move.
Two females share one male.
But for now, he is my male, and he loves only me...
Such a dubious and immoral feeling is threatening to crush Haruhime's reason.
Her buttocks and hips swayed like those of a prostitute, knowing exactly how to squeeze a man's semen out of him.
The technique involves pressing the penis against the gap between the buttocks and rubbing it against the man's stomach and the valley between his hips.
And right near where the buttocks meet Big Sun, a thick, gooey nectar of flesh is dripping from a gaping crevice.
"You pervert..."
When I lightly slapped her bottom, a cute little squeal, like a dog's bark, escaped from deep in Chihime's throat.
Then, as the strength drained from both arms and he could no longer support his body, his upper body sank into the bed, his buttocks still thrust upwards.
Her mouth was away from the bed, and instead, her tongue was sticking out sloppily.
Saliva was dripping from the corners of her lips, forming small puddles on the bed.
"ah..."
Haruhime lets out sweet sighs with her buttocks thrust out.
Because she fell with her sides spread apart, you can see just a little bit of her crushed breast meat peeking out.
And on the back, the shoulder blades became more prominent, casting shadows on the beautiful lines of her back in the soft light.
It seems he's trying to stand up, but he doesn't have the strength to do so.
"Leave it as it is."
"Huh... ah... you...?"
He pinned Princess Chihime's slender, delicate wrists, which looked like they might break if he applied too much force, down onto the bed...
I press the tip of my big penis against her lustful cleft, which resembles a ripe pomegranate.
"I'm going in."
"No... no... nooo..."
Haruhime shook her hips, diverting the glans that was stuck in the entrance with a squelching sound.
Her vaginal fluid and my pre-cum mixed together into a thick, viscous fluid.
I used my penis as a brush to draw lines on the canvas of Haruhime's pure white buttocks.
"It's no good after all..."
With tears welling up in her eyes, Princess Haruhime said in a low voice:
"She'll see... my shameful side..."
"Huh...?"
I leaned back again and licked her ear.
As he sank his teeth into his wife's slender neck, which was trembling with excitement, Haruhime's hips convulsed violently, and thick, viscous love juice dripped from between her legs.
"You don't want to be seen?"
When I whispered the question in her ear, Princess Osamu shivered and nodded vigorously.
"What do you think would prevent it from being seen?"
"If only you would... stop... ah..."
"Anything else?"
熱IkiHe squeezed his erect penis between her thighs and began to thrust his hips back and forth in a manner similar to bareback sex.
Having sex from behind without penetration feels really good.
Haruhime's lustful cleft sucked and slurped, and her thick love juices clung to his penis.
And my rock-hard penis, with its large, protruding glans, was rubbing against my wife's exposed clitoris.
"No... no... please don't be mean..."
"Anything else?"
"I don't know, I don't know..."
"Really?"
"Ah...sniff...no, nooo...!"
As I licked away the tears of the half-crying Haruhime with my tongue, I tilted her neck back and forcibly kissed her.
Her luscious lips trembled slightly—but she clearly welcomed me with joy.
Haruhime leans in, seeking my lips as if to pamper me.
The continuous sucking sounds mingled with Ichihime's regular breathing as she slept.
"The answer is simple."
When I gently stroked her head, Haruhime sniffed softly and let out a gentle sigh.
"If you keep your voice down, no one will notice."
"Ugh... but..."
"It's okay."
He held Big Sun's shaft in one hand and whispered as he pressed the tip against Chihime's vaginal opening.
"If they notice that, there are plenty of ways to deal with it."
"Eh... that's... yippee! Ah... mmm...!"
As I pushed my hips forward, Big Sun slid smoothly into my vaginal opening without any resistance.
Princess Chihime, who was about to let out a cry of pleasure, hastily covered her mouth with both hands, desperately trying to prevent any sound from escaping.
"Ah... as expected, yours feels good... Osamu."膣孔inside
"Ah...n...!"
As her younger husband penetrates her, Princess Osamu tightly closes her eyes, desperately trying to suppress her carnal desires.
Big Sun has stretched open my genitals, transforming them into a shape specifically for me.
The more you touch each other, the stronger your sense of unity becomes, and the more each other's presence grows within you.
"It's moving!"
"Ya...nfu...!"
The moment she tried to shake her head, my hips started to move.
The glans of the penis presses firmly against the inside of the vagina.
Haruhime's hips twitched uncontrollably as she desperately tried to suppress any sound.
Squish, squelch, squelch...
As promised at the beginning, he moved his hips slowly and gently, and in time with the thrusts, a sound came from deep in Chihime's throat.
"Heh... so cute..."
"Ah... ah..."
If I pull my hips back, the head of my glans presses against the folds inside my vagina, scraping them away, and if I push my hips forward, it massages my glans tightly in return.
Haruhime's seductive orifice was so hot, slippery, and flushed that it warmed Big Sun to its core.
And the way she clings to me so tightly, like a little girl clinging to her father, is irresistible.
"Y-yes...ahh...hmm..."
As she wriggled her hips to receive the male, Princess Oji again gripped the mat tightly.
Even covering my mouth with my hand doesn't completely stop me from crying...
The moment they realized that, they must have changed their strategy.
I'd like to say, "As expected of my strategist," but that plan is nothing but foolish when you're in bed.
When someone does something like that, it's hard not to want to be mean to them.
"Ah... hyang... kyuu... hii..."
He leaned over Haruhime's back, rocking his hips from side to side and back and forth, digging deep into her vaginal opening.
After biting my shoulder and leaving teeth marks, and then violently suctioning my back...
My wife let out sweet sighs as her hips twitched violently.
Her flesh wriggles and grips my big dick tightly.
It was clearly evidence that they had reached sexual heights, but—
"Hoo...! Hoo...! Hoo...! Mmm... mmm...!"
Princess Osamu never lets out a cry of pleasure.
However, not only her face but her entire body was stained a pale pink like a juicy peach, her expression was sloppily melted and distorted, and her eyes were rolling around.
Yet, she was overwhelmed by sexual pleasure so intense it threatened to burn her mind...
She bit down hard on the bedding as if to tear it apart, stifling her cries—making a desperate attempt to resist so as not to wake Ichihime, who was sleeping nearby.
(Ah... so cute...)
As I looked down at my wife's gestures, a thrilling sensation of pleasure ran down my spine.
As I thrust my hips forward, trying to pry open the vaginal opening that had contracted after reaching her climax, the strength drained from Haruhime's hips and she seemed on the verge of collapsing.
As I forcibly pulled it up, I thrust my hips to reach the peak of my own pleasure.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
Haruhime's body shook violently, like a marionette.
As I stir her melting flesh, I bite, suck, and lick her back.
Haruhime was drenched in sweat, as if she had just taken a bath.
When he gently and softly bit the nape of her neck, even Princess Osamu couldn't withstand it any longer, and she pulled her lips away from the bed and let out a moan.
"...Alright."
"Mmm... mmm... kiss... ah... ahh... mmm..."
I flipped her small, light, and slender body over and sealed her lips before she could let out a cry.
Lips meet, intertwine, tongues intertwine—a deep, passionate French kiss.
While continuing this without interruption, I held my wife's slender body tightly and thrust my hips against her forcefully.
Squish, squelch, slurp, squelch...
With our genitals pressed together, we repeatedly thrust and rubbed against each other, making lewd sounds, and Haruhime and I immersed ourselves in our own private world of sexual love.
Next to us was Ichihime, lost in her own dream world.
They're probably having a happy dream, having been reunited with their siblings after a long time.
As I watched Haruhime, whose face was stained with lust, sleeping peacefully right beside her, an overwhelming urge to ejaculate welled up inside me, perhaps due to a sense of depravity.
During the day, Osamu exudes the air of a young wife, yet she is the epitome of refinement. She usually spends her time educating Hisa or consulting with the retainers of the Asai family.
Her appearance is very beautiful, and she seems completely devoid of any sexual vulgarity.
But at night, she shows me nothing but a lewd expression.
A small body bearing the scars of the past.
Her beautiful, luscious breasts swayed violently up and down, her slender waist trembled with pleasure as it was grasped by the man's rough hands, and her crotch was soaking wet, eagerly welcoming the man's cock.
The past, when she was toyed with by the men of the Saito family, is no longer relevant.
Now I'm the only one who can hear her lewd sounds, and I'm the only one who can do whatever I want with this alluring body.
"...I love you, Osamu."
When I told this to Chihime, whose eyes were so unfocused that they sometimes even rolled back...
I kissed her lips again, trying to silence her voice.
Firm, taut nipples.
Then, he smears the beads of sweat that have accumulated on her chest onto it, pinches it firmly, and rubs it upwards.
"Mmm... mmmmmmmm...!"
The cries of Princess Chihime were transmitted directly to my mouth and resonated within it.
My head is shaking violently, it's really shaking.
It seemed she had reached another climax, as her vaginal opening contracted, squelching out mucus from the point of contact.
But I continued to thrust my hips, undeterred.
Next to her, Ichihime stirred and turned over in her sleep, facing us.
However, Haruhime is no longer even able to sense the movements of her "mistress."
The expression on Princess Osamu's face had melted, losing its original, refined form.
It's as if she's cast aside all thoughts except for kissing my lips, wrapping her legs around my waist, and putting her arms around my neck.
"Hafu...nkyu...fa...nfu...uh..."
Along with her kimono, which had become completely disheveled, Princess Osamu's body swayed and swayed.
Seeing them like that, it naturally makes me want to do all sorts of things—
"Ngh... ah... hii... hyauun..."
—Pinch both nipples with both hands and pull them up.
Her breasts were stretched taut and trembled violently with the movement of her hips.
Chihime's vaginal opening contracted tightly once more, clearly showing her response to the sexual sensations I was giving her.
That lewd hole swallowing my big sun.
Completely stretched to my size, the repeated thrusts had pushed the labia minora completely inward.
The love fluid dripping from the point of contact follows gravity, trickling down to the perineum and flowing towards the anus.
And then... the forbidden opening, having come into contact with that mixture of lust, contracted tightly and began to twitch and gasp.
(Oh, this is so... exciting)
If you let go of it, the slightly stretched nipples begin to tremble and move along with the bouncing breasts.
The lustful fluid gushes out in a thick, squelching sound.
It became clear that Haruhime had reached orgasm again and again.
Her lips are no longer touching mine.
Just like me a moment ago, Haruhime is biting my shoulder.
My wife takes a hot breath through her nose and bites me hard enough to leave teeth marks.
Her fingertips are digging into my shoulders, and it looks like they'll leave marks.
But important people say...
A man with a scar on his back is either a coward who fled from battle and was injured, or an honorable man who pleased and captivated women.
"Mmm...fuh...ah...guh...hii...!"
Being bitten on the shoulder by your beloved wife.
Excited by the sweet sensation, I thrust my hips forward without hesitation.
That way, you can feel the cervix at the tip of your penis.
"H...higu...uh...!"
With a sweet, melting voice escaping from the back of her throat, Princess Chihime shed tears of joy.
As she shook her head violently, digging her teeth into my shoulder, her soft, dark brown hair spread across the bed—which was incredibly sensual and beautiful.
Pushing back her bangs, which were damp and plastered to her face with sweat, Haruhime hugged me tightly, as if summoning her last ounce of strength.
"Guh..."
I, too, must live up to her expectations.
A heavy, taut scrotum.
The masculine symbols, slamming against buttocks and anuses with a slapping sound, are truly loaded with over 100 million bullets to impregnate their beloved women, eagerly awaiting the signal to fire all at once.
" I'll do it, Osamu...!"射精is
"Hya...hyai...ah...nn, mmmmmmmmmm!"
The semen spurts out forcefully from the tip of the penis with a spurting sound.
Its jelly-like trembling, more sticky than usual, quickly seized control of Princess Haruhime's uterus and fallopian tubes, attempting to find and impregnate her with the egg of the woman he loved.
"Guh..."
"Hyan..."
Seeing Princess Chihime's abdomen begin to swell from my ejaculation, I instinctively pulled my hips back.
Then, with a spurting and gurgling sound, thick, gooey semen gushed out of Haruhime's vaginal opening.
Her hips trembled uncontrollably, and she gushed semen like a waterfall.
A woman's body, covered in sweat, with her legs spread wide apart in a bow-legged stance.
My beloved, lustful wife, her entire body stained a pale pink, lost consciousness and sank into the bed in a completely disheveled state, her body convulsing violently.
"...Erotic"
Seeing my wife in her disheveled kimono, with semen spurting out of her, I couldn't help but utter those words.
Ichihime showed no sign of waking up, while Osamuhime had fainted and was dreaming.
All that remained was Big Sun, completely rigid, and a libido that had been doped up by his affection for Princess Osamu.
"Well, I guess that's okay..."
They had to either put the clothes back on Princess Chihime, who had lost consciousness, or somehow clean up the semen that was dripping from her labia—
"To fall asleep before your husband... what a bad wife you are, Osamu."
—We can think about that later.
I moistened my lips with my tongue, then buried Big Sun back into Chihime's vaginal opening and began thrusting my hips.