It seems that Haruhime is completely focused on enjoying the pleasure of being stretched open and thrust into by the penis.
Making vulgar squelching sounds from her vagina, the world-renowned strategist wiggles her hips, guiding her to press against her most sensitive spots.
As Princess Chihime shook her head, tears streaming down her face from the sexual and euphoric feelings, her soft, dark brown hair fluttered gently in the air.
Her indescribable beauty sent a throbbing ache deep within my loins.
"Osamu... Ah, Osamu...!"
Seeing her breasts trembling as they are squashed together sends an indescribable thrill down my spine.
A viscous mixture of love juice and pre-cum spurted from where I and Haruhime were joined, raining down onto the lush green weeds.
Each time she shakes, making a slapping sound, my wife's buttocks ripple and tremble.
"Ah... ah... no, no... darling, no...!"
We could hear the hurried sound of carts descending the mountain path.
It looks like those men from earlier have returned.
That's quite an early return; I wonder if he's that afraid of rats.
Or perhaps I'm just so engrossed in our outdoor conversation under the blue sky that I've lost track of time.
"They'll see... They'll see, nooo..."
In any case, what is certain is that the men have returned and that the wife's sweet voice can be heard.蕩Toro
Her moans conveyed fear, tension, and a sense of ecstasy that seemed to say, "I want you to see how much I am loved."
He leaned over her, put his fingers in her mouth, and played with her tongue while biting her earlobe.
If your tongue is held down, you won't be able to speak properly.
As she let out rough breaths that sounded more like inarticulate moans, I mercilessly thrust my hips into her from behind and whispered to her.
"It's okay... I'm here for you, I'll protect you. Now, and always, I'll be by your side... Let's be together until we die."
"Ah... ah... ahh..."
While I playfully licked her tongue, Haruhime nodded diligently.
I bit her neck, leaving a mark of our lovemaking, and said:
"And at that time, our child will be with us... Our only child, one that shares our blood..."
"Ah... uh... ahhh...!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, and new tears streamed down Princess Osamu's cheeks.
"Please, have the baby... my child! Let's have a child, let's start a family...! A child who will carry on our bloodline, who will walk ahead of us, into tomorrow!!"
The men's voices and the sound of the cart were already far away.
The fact that Princess Haruhime's moans didn't get louder...
And most importantly, the noise of their cart drowned out the sound of our bodies colliding.
"Osamu...!"
"Yes... Yes...!"
With her tongue freed, my wife, breathless but desperate, responds to my voice.
"Laughing...laughing...ah, kuhyu...uuh..."
As the deepest parts of Chihime were being relentlessly gouged out with tremendous force, her eyes were vacant.
His gaze was wandering aimlessly and unclear, and his head was probably hazy from lack of oxygen and pleasure.
"Oh... Your baby, I can't...! I shouldn't wish for something like that...! But... but...!"
But that's precisely why they can reveal their true feelings.
It is precisely because things are not normal that we can do and say what we think.
"I want to give birth...! Ah... ah, ah... I, I want to give birth...!!"
"Ah... it's healed!"
Princess Osamu's voice, almost a scream, shook the trees of Mount Kotani.
Our sweat-drenched bodies clung together in a sticky embrace, as if we had become one.
Chihime's vagina boldly latched onto Big Sun, urging him to release his semen.
" Please... please please...I...please...!"射精is射精is
"Ah, ah! Get pregnant, Osamu...! Feel as good as you can and give birth to our child...!!"
My wife's lower limbs were twitching and trembling in small spasms.
Despite it being daytime, her face was completely melted and languid.
Reason was nowhere to be seen; only the primal human desire to become truly intimate with one's beloved dominated.番Pair
The dark and stagnant past she once carried is no longer there.
"Ahh... kyaa... I love you, I love you so much...! I love you so much, oh my god...! Ah, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
"Osamu...!!"
Chocolate exposed to the scorching sun.
A sweet, sticky, and lingering moan flows into my eardrums, dominating me.
Haruhime had a distorted expression that she wouldn't want anyone to see, her lips drooling.
Seeing that, my patience finally broke.
"Guh...ah...!"
The scrotum, marked by Haruhime, contracts tightly, and thick, viscous semen gushes out from the tip.
The honey pot, reminiscent of a ripe, juicy melon, contracted tightly, as if determined not to let a single drop escape.
"Ah... ahh..."
Still aware of my penis, which is hard and rigid, I slowly pull my hips back.
With a soft pop, it was revealed that the tip of the glans was connected to the opening of Chihime's vagina by a thick, milky white bridge.
My wife's entrance is wide open and sloppily dripping semen onto the weeds.
Her labia minora were also turned inside out, and what had been demure before intercourse was now completely disheveled and revealed a lewd appearance.
Haruhime's buttocks lose their strength and collapse.
Her hips, which had fallen with a splat onto the puddle of semen, were writhing, even her clitoris slick with cum.塗Mami
"Osamu..."
"Your lord..."
As I lay on the weeds and pulled her close, Princess Chihime snuggled her blissful face against my chest like an obedient kitten.
The summer sky is filled with the incessant chirping of cicadas.
I never imagined that hugging each other in broad daylight, our bodies drenched in sweat after sex, would feel so good.
I held Princess Osamu in my arms, stroking her sweat-soaked head, and savored the pleasant afterglow.
"Mmm... mmm... kiss"
Their lips, naturally overlapping, joined deeply, slowly intertwining as if confirming each other's presence.
Haruhime's left hand and my right hand overlapped and clasped together.
A gentle and peaceful time passed—and with a lovely sigh, Haruhime slowly pulled her lips away, a soft smile on her face.
"...Your lord"
"What is it, Osamu?"
She slightly raised her body, leaned over my chest, and hugged me tightly, and I stroked her back as she snuggled up to me.
It feels really good when her soft, squishy breasts rub against my chest.
Due to the sexual arousal just moments before, Haruhime's nipples remained firm and erect—which added an indescribable accent to the scene.
"...Mmh"
"You... spoiled brat."
As I responded to the strategist's request to kiss me, I realized how completely our bodies had become accustomed to each other.
I feel like I can somehow understand what Haruhime's body desires just by touching her.
"...I want to have children."
"...yes"
With a gentle smile, Haruhime slowly stood up, her gaze still fixed on me.
The eyes of a female that seem to entice a male.
Then, she slowly parted her labia majora and vaginal opening.
As gravity took hold, the clumps of semen that had remained inside Haruhime's vagina and had entered her uterus began to fall out in clumps.
"...Osamu?"
"Your Honor"
And she thrust her hips forward slightly, as if to show off her genitals—yet with a very embarrassed look on her face, she said:
"Osamu is... a bad woman... I spilled all of the ramen you gave me..."
"..."
I swallowed hard.
Haruhime's vaginal opening was clenching and contracting repeatedly, clearly yearning for her beloved male.
"So... please rape me. No matter how much I cry and scream, rape me, rape me completely..."
"..."
"So, and then..."
Intoxicated and aroused by her own words, my wife said with a flushed face.
"Would you... make my belly swell up like your wife's?"
"Heal!!"
I will no longer show any mercy.
I'll violate you thoroughly, just as you wished, so that you'll regret ever provoking me.
I'll pour my semen into every single orifice and completely defile your entire body with my milky fluid.
I'll splatter my semen all over her fluffy hair, and even give her a semen shampoo and semen face wash.
Fortunately, there is a water source.
We could just stay connected and eat a bento box on the way there, or maybe I could cut some ivy, wrap it around Princess Osamu's neck, and pretend to walk a dog.
She's just a bitch that gets horny looking for my seed anyway, so I might as well discipline her thoroughly today.
"Whose woman are you...?"
"I am your woman."
On the lush green weeds, she spread her legs wide in an M-shape, parting and exposing her labia, and said in a seductive voice:
"I am your personal healer..."
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To put it simply, I exaggerated.
I've fulfilled all my desires, but it seems that semen that gets stuck in your hair is really hard to wash out.
Washing the relaxed body of the unconscious Princess Chihime was quite a difficult task, and we had to spend a considerable amount of time cleaning up after our enjoyable time together.
"Kyuooooon"
Barely maintaining consciousness, I supported the unsteady-footed Princess Chihime on my shoulder and we made our way back to Taishakutsukimo—where she was munching on wild white clover, glanced at us, and neighed as if to mock us.
Her eyes were very cold, like a wife waiting at the front door for her husband who had come home in the morning.
"...I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
Haruhime reeked of semen from head to toe, her belly bulging with semen, and she left trails of milky white fluid on the mountain path.
Taishakutsukimo glanced at her and seemed to say, "Are you planning to put this on my back?"
I had no choice but to beg for permission by humbling myself.