Chapter 278 – 272+ Climax in the Wagon
Hwanin, who entered the carriage with Isilite in his arms, made eye contact with Isilite for a moment.
=…….=
Issilite averted her eyes as if she was nervous. She sits down as it is, and she doesn’t move, only letting out small breathing sounds while being held tightly in her arms.
When she goes to bed at night, she often leads.
As her intense emotions overflowed, Hwanin thought it was cute to act as if all of her behavioral patterns had been reset. He kissed her cute little lips, summoned the panel, took out a futon from the closet, and spread it on the floor.
As the six trivet-shaped panels move in perfect order, unfolding the blanket and closing the door, Isilite kisses her and admires it.
= And……. Master’s skill at manipulating barriers seems to be getting better.=
“Ku-k-k-k-k.”
As soon as she saw the sophisticated controls on the panel, she turned her attention to a subject that had been keeping her mouth shut in nervousness until a while ago, and that she was an idiot.
With a small smile, Hwanin laid Isilite on her bed, and she climbed on top of her, kissed her lips, and caressed her breasts, which were difficult to grasp with both hands.
= Oops. Yes… Master…….=
Mumble Mongle
Even though her clothes and two layers of brassiere were blocking her breasts and hands, the weak body temperature transmitted through the fabric and the halfway touch aroused her imagination and gradually aroused Hwanin’s sexual desire.
Unbearable, Hwanin put her hand under her shirt and unhooked the hook of her bra, reaching the celestial touch between her soft and tangled body and freed her desire to his heart’s content.
= Yes…… Oh?!=
“Why?”
Hwanin, who had been engrossed in kissing her for a long time and teasing her prominent nipple, suddenly looked at Isilite, who was covering her front with an X, with her arms folded as if to cover her breasts, with her curious eyes. .
At the sight of her Hwanin, she gathered her thighs as Isilite, who had been lying under him, squirmed around with a rather troubled face.
=That, the underwear right now…… Because it’s not very pretty. =
Tonight, it is Yurpa’s turn to attend. On the road, it was her routine to hug one person a day, and even briefly at night, so Isilite was careless that she would never show her underwear in front of him.
So I wore something comfortable, but I never thought this would happen.
What to do This is something I’ll never show my master what I’m wearing right now!
With the feeling of vomiting her blood, Isilite, who promised to take care of her underwear from tomorrow onwards, hesitantly asks her Hwanin.
=Master, if you look back for a moment…… Shouldn’t it…… ?=
“Okay.”
Seeing the beautiful woman who looked like she would cry in a different way if she didn’t listen, Hwanin forced her to laugh and moved from above her.
In her honest feelings, she would like to have her strip in front of her as he sees it, but this is a request Isilite rarely makes of herself.
If she asked to see it, she would show it, but it was in an atmosphere where she was about to cry because of her shame, so her Hwanin started to take off her jacket himself with his back turned to her.
Isilite swallowed saliva at the gradually revealing upper body curve of Hwanin as her Hwanin’s clothes came off one by one.
She first takes off her leather jacket, then pulls her thumbs down together with her leather pants and plain brown panties, pulling them down at the same time.
She finally lies down on her feet and struggles to take off her white legs.
In the wind, between her immaculate buttocks and firm thighs, brown pubic hair and slightly congested crotch were revealed, but Isilite didn’t care, twisting her whole body, taking off her pants and panties at the same time, revealing her underbust. Unfasten the leather corset.
Hey, master, you’ve already taken off your jacket!
I didn’t even have time to unbutton my white shirt, so I turned my hand behind my back to unfasten the clunky gray bra hook, only to realize that Hwanin had already loosened it…….
Soft.
I just ripped off my bra.
The shoulder straps were broken, the seams of the fabric were torn, and the bra was damaged, but the underwear I wouldn’t wear anymore anyway.
Thinking of making it into a piece of cloth for cleaning swords later, Issilite quickly shoved the brassiere (what used to be a bra) into her leather pants and, hearing the sound of Hwanin turning around, quickly gathered her widely spread knees and straightened her upper body as if nothing had happened.
“…….”
=…….=
Hwanin and Isilite’s eyes cross each other.
Just like Isilite, who couldn’t take his eyes off her sculpted upper body filled with small muscles, Hwanin’s eyes were fixed on Isilite, who was wearing a naked shirt and a boyfriend look.
In particular, Hwanin’s gaze is hot.
Although slightly stretched under the influence of gravity, the big breasts pushing up the front of the shirt and the two peaks protruding from the tip are not at all unsightly.
The dark brown cunt hair and slightly split flesh were exposed through the short shirt hem.
Even her bare legs with white skin that shimmered as if reflecting light.
=Ah!=
Hwanin knocked Isilite down and climbed on top of her.
Her almond-colored hair spreads over the duvet, and the front of her shirt sways up and down in sync with the rhythm of her breasts, catching the attention of her phantom.
Hwanin gave Issilite a light kiss on her, then tapped her top with his index finger as she pushed up a point on her thin shirt.
= Wh….=
This time, when I pressed the protruding part on the opposite side of her, her sigh mixed with her eugh, Isilite’s nasal voice flowed out slightly.
She spreads her fingers and tries to grab both of her breasts, but her thin shirt gets in the way and she can’t even grab half of her, and it keeps dripping down.
Hwanin slowly began unbuttoning her shirt buttons one by one.
Every time the buttons are undone, the H-cup breasts that were trapped inside the shirt shake in stages.
Isilite stared blankly at her Hwanin’s big, hard hands stripping herself off. Moments later, her shirt spread wide open, revealing her naked body under her lights, and in embarrassment, Isilite covered her breasts and cunt with her arms.
But she did not allow Hwanin. She grabs her arms and gathers them over her, then she admires the voluptuous calabash for a moment before she places her hands on her toned pelvis.
Saaak-
=Huh.=
As she ran her palms up to her sides, she let out a groan, a sigh of satisfaction as the feel of her velvety skin filled her palms.
The skin is so smooth that you can hardly feel any downy hair. Wouldn’t baby skin be worse than this?
Admiring her flawless skin with no blemishes, no sagging or wrinkles, I pass her side and sweep up to her lower breasts as if doing an oil massage. Then, as if making fun of Isilite’s enormous breast, which she could barely hold with one third of her hand, she rubbed it.
This is it.
The touch of breasts that can be felt nakedly without any elements that hinder the senses.
It is ecstatic to feel the soft and supple skin as soft as a marshmallow in warm body temperature and digging between your fingers.
=Ah!=
Issilite shrugged her shoulders and moaned as she tugged, pinching her nipples and areolas with her forefinger.
Feeling her knees come together and her thighs moving as if in agony, Hwanin descends to the breast on the other side of her and gently bites and pulls Isilite’s nipple with her front teeth and taps it with the tip of her tongue.
= Ah, master. Ugh…… Ha!=
You can feel the pink ooze stand out like an erection and try to push her teeth out. She wanted to bite harder and hear Isilite’s sobs, but instead of giving her pain, she took a bite and sucked even her areola, pressing her breasts with her face.
How could this be? It feels as if the curves of the face are filled with breasts.
Hwanin, who was sucking on Isilite’s breast, intoxicated by the super softness of her face and the scent that he felt unconsciously, suddenly came up with a vague idea.
She thought that if a baby was born between her and Isilite, she would have to give up this breast.
She was dumbfounded that she had thought of such a thing, so she giggled. Issilite, who quickly stroked her nipples and kindly stroked the back of his head, opened her eyes wide.
=Master?=
“Isilite, when a child is born between you and me, you will have to share this breast with the child.”
= Yes, yes… Would you?=
Isilite, who felt her uterus tighten up at the heart-throbbing family, replied stammeringly, and Hwanin smiled and massaged the pair of breasts to her heart’s content.
“When I thought about it, I somehow hated it. At least for now, I don’t feel like giving up this pair of breasts, even if it’s my child.”
=…….=
Isilite was so happy and her heart fluttered that her face seemed to burn.
She makes her womb quiver just by imagining the child that will be born between her and her master, but to think that she likes her breasts this big and uncomfortable…….
She is a lump of flesh that doesn’t help in everyday life, but it was Isilite who took care of her breasts by spending a lot of pocket money just because her master liked it.
With cosmetics commissioned by Yurpa, I apply lotion and cream where he can’t see, and I’m taking care of it with all my heart, so that it won’t stretch or lose its shape, but the owner likes it so much that it’s a waste of money and time spent on taking care of my breasts. Feeling not.
=Yes, then there is a way to find a nursing mother. I…… This, Isilite’s breasts belong entirely to the master.
Isilite, wanting her Hwanin to feel the touch of her breasts a little more, said while gathering her breasts with her arms, and Hwanin, who was enjoying Ishilite’s breasts with her face, followed the story perfectly. Stopped.
Did I do something wrong?
At that moment when she felt a little uneasy about the sudden stop of her Hwanin’s behavior, Isilite felt her breath suffocate as her eyes met Hwanin’s head.
The two black eyes were burning like a predator facing its prey.
“Isilite, you made a mistake.”
I was already controlling my excitement and sexual desire so as not to be rough, but to set it on fire.
Hwanin slowly got up and threw off her pants, and Isilite followed Hwanin with her eyes as she rose from her seat, unable to breathe in the shadow of the vicious cock that was cast over her face.
A thicker, harder, and more bloodshot weapon than usual.
Why did the little master who gave me joy because he was handsome changed like this?
Normally, my stomach was so full that it was difficult to breathe when I went in deeply, but it got bigger there…….
‘Lord, I might die.’
But it’s okay if I die as long as I’m held by my master.
Isilite stood up and swallowed her saliva, feeling fear, anticipation, and excitement at Hwanin’s burning eyes.
And at the end of the angry little master, with an expression that was neither crying nor laughing, he kissed her in silence.
It was a cock kiss of submission.
