Sougen no Okite ~Shii Yatsu ga Moteru, Ii Buzoku ni Umarekawatta zo~

I introduced Ann to everyone.

"Master Jumka, may I have a moment?

That's when Lucci pulled my sleeve and brought me a little further away.

"Master Jumka"

Lucci has been staring a little harder into his eyes.

"What is it?"

Lucci's eyesight became strong and respectful.

"I don't want to complain about Master Jumka's choice, but was that the only one, Anne, around 22 or 3?

"Oh, you said 20"

"Master Jumka still has to have more children, so shouldn't he have made it around 14,5?

"Yes, but this time the chief recommended me."

"From your father?

"Ann apparently has already given birth to four men only.

"That's amazing"

"I hate to say it because those two care, but Lucci is the only one who gave birth to a boy this time, so it seems that the chief also wants to welcome a slave wife who is giving birth to a lot of boys.

"Really? I apologize for the extra offer.

"No, Lucci thought of me and said, didn't he?

"Yes, Master Jumka"

I gently stroked Lucci's head.

Lucci turned red in his face and looked down.

"Is that (girl's) day still better than that?

"Me and Roche haven't, but Jesus has already begun. Could it be a couple more days?"

I haven't had three yet because having a child again after giving birth is after the woman finishes her first period after giving birth.

Sorry about the three of them, but I was a little excited about the woman holding them a long time ago.

Let Anne and her slave wife do the house thing.

Lucci is putting up the slave wives. I knew she was a good woman.

It was night and I had already put the three of them to sleep.

"Master, are those three good?

"Oh, I haven't had a baby yet and I haven't finished my period."

"Was it"

"Oh, shall we begin?"

"... Yes"

As I stared at Anne, Anne never stood up and put her hands on her clothes.

I've been staring at this one with my hands on my clothes.

Anne asked me if I was staring at Anne.

"Um, your husband, uh, wouldn't you be adorable?

Ann grabbed the edge of her skirt and asked me.

"Oh, yeah, you know, I was wondering if that's okay"

Ann leaned her neck in silence.

"What do you mean?

"I don't know, maybe I'm killing Ann's husband, maybe I resent him, so think I don't like being adored by someone I resent."

Ann has seen this one with her face wondering what she's talking about.

"Um, sir, was that what bothered you?

"I don't know..."

"Your previous husband fought splendidly and died a battle of honor. Your husband must have been proud to fight, too, right?

"Oh, sure."

"I would resent you if you were deceived and other cowardly ways of killing me, but you fought well and died in battle. There's no room for resentment."

Again, I've been left alone with the difference in the sensibilities of women in this world.

"Your new husband is famous for rumors, Master Jumka. I've never been happier."

Is that what it is... I don't know.

But if you don't resent me,

"Okay. Come."

I pounded my knee.

Ann smiled and sat on my lap.

"I'm sorry to do such a serious act on my slave wife for being such a cutie. I will take this punishment as well.

Ann kept her back to me and apologized.

"Ann, let me tell you how Ann was born as a punishment."

I asked a slightly mean question.

I removed the anterior ribbon from my chest and exposed my chest to a gap where Ann was a little distressed, peeking in from behind.

The nipples were twisted and upward with a luster reminiscent of Ralph, just as they were during the day.

I lift it from the bottom and taste it all over my palm.

Not by comparison, but not breasts like those still immature fruits like Jesus and Roche. Not even a soft chest like a ruch. There was a chest feel there that reminded me of ripe fruit.

Ann's skin sticks to my hand.

"Mmm, mine, are you born? Listen to such a boring thing! Do you?

"What, I was just wondering"

I never stopped rubbing Ann's chest and returned the words.

"Wow, I was born a child of a middle-warreller slave wife of the Tee clan, and when I was 15 years old, the Tee clan was defeated in a territorial feud and entered the previous husband's slave wife.

I was just a little jealous when Ann spoke in a slightly worried voice to the previous word about your husband and picked Ann's nipples cuddly and forcefully

"Hin! Mm-hmm, and a lot of cuteness there. My previous husband, hi! We have had four children under the

"Well, did you and your previous husband do better?

"Yes, my previous husband. He was a regular warrior of 44, so he was getting rid of his slave wife and was put in there. My wife and the other slave wife were over 40, so my previous husband only adored me every night.

"Right, is this adoration better than my previous husband's?

"... no, your husband is better, mmm"

There was a little while. That was enough answers.

I grabbed my chest hard for being incited. The other guy's had a woman for over 20 years, so he's got the skill and he deserves it, damn it.

I took my hand off Ann's chest.

Ann stood up and stepped forward, looking back at this one and taking off her clothes at once.

Her chest and ass were beautiful, but it was a mistake. Anne's nakedness was all beautiful.

Not thin, not thick. But the perfect balance of nudity was there.

Maybe my husband before he died was already dead, but he saw Anne naked and woke up again?

Ann's nudity was releasing enough color to make her think that way.

Ann spreads her sleeping legs to the M-shape and raises her arms over her head.

"Enjoy, my lord.

In one word, I threw it off with momentum to break my jacket.

Look at my body wrapped in muscle. Anne blushes.

I also exposed my stuff with my pants off and already in a complete battle posture.

"Oh, come on.

Ann turned even brighter red and stared at my stuff.

"Wasn't my previous husband this big?

"Yes, I don't think it was that small, but not as good as your current husband..."

"Right."

I decide on the inner guts pose. I still have my previous husband in Ann. I take that for granted, but I still regret it.

The skill and experience of multimolecular making would be better on the previous husband. Then what I'm winning is size and youth.

into Ann's body and stare at Ann.

Ann's chest goes up and down as she breathes, shaking.

If you look at the lower body, the crack is wet. It's already ready.

Ann's wet way is amazing. Probably a wet physique.

I grabbed my hips and matched my stuff to Ann's crack.

And move your hips forward.

Ann's crack really wraps my stuff around and directs it into her vagina.

"Ah, ah, big.

Ann raised a colorful voice as my stuff was going through Ann's vagina.

Ann's vagina gets wet and wraps my stuff around.

I couldn't stand to insert it all at once into Ann's deepest corner.

"Ahhhhh"

Ann raised her voice to that stab.

Ann's vagina was soft and well wet.

Ann's vagina is a ripe laraf if Ann's breasts are ripe laraf.

Ann's vagina stains with honey every time she pokes.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, it's intense.

Anne is disturbed by the entrance and exit I left to my youth.

Taste Ann's vagina.

Sperm poured into the deepest part of Ann.

"Thank you, master, for putting out your child.

I definitely started to move my hips even further trying to make Anne forget her previous husband.

"is intense. Your husband, your husband. Ah."