"Even so, there's really nothing left..."
"Well, we went through all that trouble to transport it all the way to Nagahama. If nothing had been lost, it would mean all our hard work was for nothing."
"Haha, you're right, you're right."
Beyond the bushes where we were hiding, we could hear the voices of two men climbing up the mountain path of Kotaniyama.
Amidst all that noise, you can also hear the clunking of the cart's wheels.
As their presence drew closer, the pulsations of Chihime's vaginal opening intensified, sending waves of pleasure through my groin.
If possible, I would have liked to move my hips wildly, churning and thrusting into my beloved's wet and messy insides, but—膣内inside
(I'm the only man who deserves to see Osamu naked...!)
—His pride as a husband and his possessiveness are barely holding up against the overwhelming force of sexual desire.
Thanks to that, I narrowly avoided ruin, but it seemed that Haruhime was also experiencing considerable internal conflict between her sexual desires and her reason.
She would subtly sway her hips, then immediately shake her head vigorously to stop the movement, displaying these adorable gestures throughout the entire video.
Each time, Princess Osamu's bottom swayed.
The swellings that have ripened despite being oppressed by men in the past and bearing the scars of the past are like the delicious fruits of the mountains and fields that continue to bear fruit even after being damaged by birds and beasts.
The fleshy cleft that grips my cock and drips with honey is enough to arouse a man's appetite and make him want to eat it.
"...Mmmhh"
A peach-shaped bottom that is sweaty, moist, and feels wonderfully soft in the palm of your hand.
As I rub it, spread it open, and admire the twitching anus, my urge to ejaculate grows stronger and stronger.
If you suddenly let go of her buttocks, the body's natural regenerative power kicks in, causing her buttocks to ripple and shake.
"Come to think of it, there were some suitable stones that we couldn't stack before."
"Oh, that's the one that was by the spring water..."
"If we don't take that with us properly, we won't be able to face Lord Bizen."
The men's conversations have become incredibly clear. This also indicates that the distance between us has narrowed considerably.
Based on the content of their exchange, there is no doubt that they are connected to the Asai family.
And judging from their tone of voice, they were probably ordinary soldiers or someone of equivalent rank.
"Mmm...!"
Haruhime began to cover her mouth with her right hand.
Standing doggy style outdoors.
A young, wife-like woman is desperately trying to stifle her cries, her left hand clinging to the trunk of a tree as she is impaled by a man.
—Ah, what a wonderful composition.
It's a dream scenario for any man, so why should he have to put up with it?
If there is a God, I feel like I could seriously pick a fight with him right now, even if I knew I would die.
"By the way, did you hear?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You know, that story about building more and more samurai residences around the Nagahama Imperial Palace."
"ah"
Completely oblivious to my feelings, the men continued their conversation as they rattled along the cart.
Haruhime's vaginal opening tightens, giving my big dick a squelching massage.
"But samurai residences are irrelevant to us, who are just rootless hired laborers."
"No, it seems that's related. Kisuke, didn't you know?"
The men stopped right near where we were hiding, and their cart came to a halt.
Haruhime gasped and quickly covered her mouth with both hands.
Even I, with all my experience, realized this was a bad idea, so we both hid ourselves by collapsing onto the soft weeds.
They are still connected, and the composition makes it look like he's pushed her down from behind, but there's nothing that can be done about that.
"See, you know too, don't you? He made a move on the lady-in-waiting of Lord Bizen's wife..."
"Ah, from the Nagara group..."
"Yes, Heishiro. He said that apparently they're going to build barracks for us foot soldiers outside the samurai residence area."
"Is that true?"
"Apparently so."
Since he was on top of Haruhime, it inevitably ended up looking like he was piercing her vulva.
I try my best to avoid putting my weight on Chihime's slender body, but even so, I can't defy gravity.
Big Sun, now heavier and more pressing on the vaginal opening, pulsed and throbbed as it dug deep .抉Egg
"So, the fact that we'll have a place to live near the Nagahama Palace where Lord Bizen resides means..."
"Oh, that's it. Our Lord Bizen-no-kami must trust us."
"Hmm... what a wonderful and honorable thing this is..."
"Yes, yes."
My wife's vagina grips and nibbles at the deeply thrusting cock.
Haruhime's face was bright red as she endured the sensation of being pushed open with heavy breathing.
But I know that as soon as I thrust my penis inside her, she becomes instantly aroused and lustful.
Just like me, who can't help but want to move my hips wildly, Haruhime also can't help but want to shake her hips, rub her clitoris against something, and have her nipples gently crushed.
And as time passes, their sexual frustrations build up until they reach the phase just before an eruption.
"Now that you mention it, but..."
"What?"
But the men have no idea how I feel.
To begin with, they didn't even realize we were having sex in the open on the other side of the bushes, so I guess it's understandable.
Nevertheless, stress still accumulates.
It may seem illogical, but that's just how human psychology works.
"It seems Lord Bizen is finally going to take in a zashiki-warashi (house spirit) in earnest."
"Ah... I find that hard to understand..."
"but?"
"Lord Bizen-no-kami is the kind of general who would have his own hawk hunted down..."
"Hmm..."
The men showed no sign of leaving and continued chatting.
"That person's sensibilities are fundamentally different from ours. He would probably say, 'Those zashiki-warashi are no match for me, even if they cause trouble; kill them.'"
"Truly, Lord Bizen is a fearsome man."
"I'm so glad he's our leader."
That terrifying Lord Bizen wants you all to get out of here as soon as possible...
They're a bunch of idiots who have absolutely no sense of social cues.
It seemed that Princess Haruhime could no longer bear it any longer, and she began to fidget and sway her hips.
She's had a penis thrust into her vaginal opening for so long, she must be starting to want it to move.
However, her actions were a hasty and foolish move, unbecoming of my strategist.
"Nkyuuuu...?!"
Yes, the tip of my big sun, which was pulsating and throbbing, moved and shifted with the swaying of Princess Chihime's hips, and slid up and caressed the cervix, the deepest part.
Suddenly, an indescribable, animalistic, strained cry escaped from my wife's lips, which she had been covering.
"W-what is it...?!"
"Is that a monster?!"
And it seems her voice was, as expected, heard by the men on the mountain path beyond the bushes.
While listening to the men's voices of distress,
--This is bad.
Thinking this, I hastily grabbed onto Haruhime's waist and held on tight, but...
Bad things come in threes, and as a result, my wife's cervix remains stuck in a deep kiss with my big dick.
Naturally, an erect penis pulsates and twitches regardless of the man's will.
"Kyuuun!"
—And once again, a cry like a dog's bark escaped from Haruhime's lips.
"A beast... no, a cat!?"鼠mouse
"Hey, hey, stop it...!"
However, the two men on the mountain path apparently did not perceive Princess Osamu's cries as coming from the act of lovemaking.
They were clearly speaking in tense voices, exchanging words with each other.
"Let's go quickly...! I absolutely do not want to get bitten by a rat!"
"Y-Yeah, you're right! Let's go quickly!"
With that, the men sped off, pulling a cart at a tremendous rumble, in the direction of the spring where we had eaten lunch.
The dust kicked up by the cart drifted over to me, making me choke, but I suppose I should consider myself lucky that it only ended there.
"Osamu...it's going to be alright now..."
"Ah... ah, ah, ah..."
"...Osamu?"
Lying face down with only her hips raised, Princess Chihime was constantly moaning.
Naturally, I became worried and turned him over to check his expression, and at that very moment—
--Just a little.
From Haruhime's secret cleft, a liquid different from her love juice began to leak out.
--Trickle, trickle, trickle.
A warm, ammonia-smelling torrent poured onto my stomach and dripped down my scrotum.
It's almost as if a dog is marking its possessions.
"Ah... ah... I'm sorry... I, I... that's... ah..."
However, it seems that Haruhime had no intention of doing such a thing.
My wife has turned pale and is desperately searching for words to apologize after she made a mess of things while we were still connected.
For a woman living in the Sengoku period, something like accidentally urinating on her husband would be unthinkable.
"..."
But I feel an incredible excitement towards her.
It's not like I had that kind of hobby.
But what is exciting is exciting, especially if it's a lewd act that the woman you love would never normally show.
"Ahhh...!"
A voice filled with pleasure escaped from Haruhime's lips.
It was because I started moving my hips slowly.
"Osamu... you really are...! How lewd...!"
"Ah... mmm, kuhyu... uah, ah, ah... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, darling... mmm!"
After thrusting in the missionary position for a while, I flipped her over again and switched to the doggy style position.
Each time he thrusts hard from behind, his scrotum, wet with Chihime's urine, shakes and slaps her clitoris.
Each time, my wife's back arched, and she would sob with pleasure while uttering words of apology.
"You slut, you pervert, you fool...! And on top of that, you have such a lewd body, you really are something...!"
"H... mm, ah... h..."
"No, it's no good. I'm going to keep you all to myself for the rest of my life...! If I let such a slutty woman out, she'll be looked at with lustful eyes...! You really are my woman, my woman and mine alone... I'll never let you go!"
"Ah... I, I... I'm a woman, you... mmm, kuhyu... ah, ah... aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...!!"
The voice of Princess Oji, overwhelmed with emotion, echoed through Mount Kotani.
Released from tension, her mind and body relaxed, and perhaps because of that sudden surge of excitement, my wife's vaginal opening contracted with tremendous force.
The fleshy walls of her vagina rub against the head of his penis, clinging to him and craving his semen.
It seems she reached her climax.
"Osamu..."
"Ah...ah...you...sama..."
With her lips half-open, trails of saliva dripping from them, Chihime, with a dreamy expression, moans in short, staccato notes like a dog.
Tears of joy spilled from the corners of both eyes, and the tear-filled area below her right eye was wet.黒子mole
It's so lewd and beautiful, it makes my heart pound so hard I think it might jump out of my chest.
"Ah... ahh..."
Haruhime slowly turned her gaze towards me.
Those eyes—one pleading, yet somehow anxious, but unable to hide their joy.
"Osamu..."
"You, sir..."
He combed through Princess Osamu's dark brown hair and gently stroked it.
Her back began to tremble slightly, and her hips, still connected, twitched.
"...I'll continue."
He whispers gently in her ear, as an older brother would to his younger sister, in a reassuring tone.
Haruhime shook her head in refusal, but it was clearly just a pretense to entice me.
He pulled his hips back—and then slowly thrust forward, savoring the sensation of her vaginal opening.
"Ah...!"
However, what he's actually doing is definitely not something an older brother would do to his younger sister.
My big sun gently knocks on the deepest part of Haruhime, and the waist I'm holding twitches.
Her dripping wet love juices cling to my penis, and her plump, luscious flesh walls wriggle and stick to it.
A sweet, lewd moan escaped from the mouth of Haruhime, which was held down by her small hands.
Is there any man who could endure seeing her like that?
No, there's no one there. There shouldn't be anyone.
"Ah..."
With a sigh of contentment, Princess Osamu slowly lowered her face.
I traced the nape of her neck with and then stroked down to the muscles in her back.tickleBite bone
As he gripped her waist again and began to thrust, Haruhime lowered her face and let out soft moans.
"Mmm, ahh... ah... ah, aaaahhh..."