Chapter 593 – As a Wife and Saint -2- (Illustrated)

We all have the same thoughts.

Roman was proud that his female fortune was the strongest in all dimensions.

On the contrary, wives are confident that their men’s clothes are the best.

Isn’t this a really fun picture?

– The first time I conceive a child, I want to be treated with proper formality as a wife and a saint.

With those words, the wife appeared after getting ready.

She’s driving herself crazy.

Atra’s outfit, which was said to be preparing for her pregnancy, was a strike that pierced the exact center of Roman’s taste, from its appearance to the reason for the preparation.

“···.”

Roman stopped breathing at the sight of Atra.

I didn’t even blink.

How can wives make themselves so excited?

The charm possessed by each individual did not allow the concept of adaptation to a man named Roman.

She makes you have no choice but to love her for the rest of your life.

The idea that marriage would lead to a happy life was an illusion for Roman and her wives.

Even if you hold her for a whole year, if you are apart for a second, you miss her and feel anxious.

From the moment we fall, we think of each other endlessly, and when our eyes meet, we share love.

I sleep from boredom and don’t even have time to think about such idle thoughts.

It’s a waste of time to even do that.

To these people, such words did not exist and were not tolerated.

“Woman, honey. How do you feel… Is this outfit too vulgar…?”

The time Roman stared at without saying anything became longer.

Atra seemed to have reached the limit of the embarrassment she was holding in, and lowered her red face and rubbed her thighs.

Seeing that, Roman opened his mouth and expressed his appreciation.

“I want to get pregnant quickly. I’m going crazy.”

“!”

Roman takes off her shirt and gives her the answer.

Atra closed the distance between her, moved like a believer who had heard the voice of heaven at her husband’s blunt expression.

The feeling of being held in her arms is much more vivid than before.

“Will you give me the honor of having Atra pregnant with your child?”

“Rather, I should ask for it. I don’t know how many more I will have to have in the future.”

“Hehe, I will conceive as many times as you want.”

With those words, Atra began licking her upper body with her dainty tongue.

A flick of the tongue that gives a thrilling satisfaction to the mind.

Hand movements that naturally remove one’s bottoms.

Roman leisurely enjoyed the process leading to vaginal ejaculation.

“Honey is always energetic. Manly, hot… And cool.”

The strong erect dick was revealed to the wife’s touch.

Atra’s smile and soft hand passed over it.

“There’s a reason it’s right next to me, so it’s so lively.”

“Hehe.”

Atra seemed happy that she realized that the outfit she prepared worked well.

She smiled brightly and resumed her caress.

‘A wife and a saint…’

Roman lowered his gaze, pondering what Atra had said.

What you see in her is an outfit that is strange no matter how many times you look at it.

Look at this.

“Ang…!”

There is only a thin piece of cloth over the breasts, but the feel is so addictive that it makes you lose your senses.

The place where breast milk will be poured out in the future has more lines than usual clothes.

“Ugh…”

The nipples, which are pink under the cloth, stick out cutely as if begging to be bitten.

Atra twitches and moans as she touches each finger.

Needless to say, the shape and lines of the hips and buttocks, which are optimized for pregnancy, are perfect, and the stretched out legs and fair abdomen are fascinating as the fabric clings to them as if water has been sprinkled on them.

Above all.

If this kind of outfit is to be sublimated into sexual excitement, isn’t the subject important?

The fact that Atra, who is faithfulness itself, voluntarily took on such formality aroused feelings similar to immorality.

Atra finished caressing her upper body and gently got down on her knees.

“Please take care of me today.”

Side! He makes a sound and places his lips on her glans, where her blood is rushing.

“I will make you pregnant, unconditionally and for sure.”

Roman’s sincere voice made my delicate throat gurgle.

I swallow my saliva with anticipation.

It was clear that Atra’s patience had reached its limit.

Her breath was hot and harsh as it touched his cock.

When she saw the sticky pre-cum, she instinctively tried to lick it, so her tongue came out and went back in.

The expression that said it was a waste was a bonus.

Jun Roman sat down on the bed in the guest room, feeling delighted by her lovely gesture.

I called my wife.

“Atra. Stand in front of here.”

“Yes!”

“Lift your skirt.”

Atra widened her eyes.

Although I was surprised, I had no choice not to do it. There was no resistance to her in the first place.

It is his position and duty to do what Roman tells him to do.

“Huh…”

Atra averted his gaze with a blush on his face.

She held her lower hem with both hands, showing off her lower body.

Roman, sitting on the bed, is looking into a truly shameful place.

Her love juices are flowing down her thighs.

“I didn’t even touch it, but it was really wet.”

“Boo, I’m embarrassed…”

Roman, satisfied with the ridiculously erotic picture and smell, stretched out his hand and grabbed her soft buttocks.

Pull it forward.

Atra blinked her eyes, startled as she wondered if anything was on her mind.

“Stay still.”

“Yes, yes!? Wait… Ah!”

Roman began to explore the pussy mercilessly with his mouth.

Her tongue is inside her vagina, and he is tasting her.

“Ahh, haaaaa! Ugh…!”

It is a pleasure so intense that it can reach climax at any moment.

But I’m also embarrassed to the point of death.

Atra held onto her clothes, remembering Roman’s words to stay still.

Her thighs tremble, and she shrinks.

Every time her tongue strokes her vagina, her knees loosen.

If her husband hadn’t been holding her butt, she would have collapsed already.

“Ha! Haan! Haan! That’s where, huh…!”

The vulgar sounds of tasting pussy and Atra’s moans filled the room.

Although it was accompanied by shame, the mental pleasure of having Roman lick her was like a thunderbolt to Atra.

“Ah! Hey, honey… I think I’m going -!”

When Roman said he was going to go, his tongue became more aggressive.

“Huh, huh! Hee… Hee…”

Her saliva dripped from between the lips of the saintess as she climaxed while contracting her lower abdomen.

Roman then moved his mouth away from her pussy.

And she makes eye contact and smiles.

“It’s sweet.”

“──!!!”

Atra’s face became so red that it was hard to say anything.

She was about to release her steam with heat.

Since Roman didn’t tell him to put his hands down, he was still holding on to his bottom.

Atra quickly lifted it up to her face and covered it.

In Roman’s field of vision, he saw a pussy dripping with honey and a white belly where his child would be placed.

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“Atra.”

“Honey…”

Roman hugged Atra tightly as she lay on the bed.

She is still wearing a nun’s uniform.

“I’m happy.”

“Me too… I will live happier from now on.”

“Yes. Let’s live happily ever after.”

Roman’s trustworthy embrace and weight give her stability and happiness.

After gently kissing Roman, he raised his upper body.

Her thick, bulging cock was clearly visible to Atra’s eyes.

“Honey.”

Roman’s eyes turn.

Atra raised her bottom with a smile.

She fawned over her, showing off her soggy pussy.

“I was lonely. Please get me pregnant quickly.”

“···.”

She didn’t even have time to open her mouth to answer.

With the afterglow of climax, Roman pushed his stick-like cock into her throbbing pussy.

“Aaaaa!”

Atra’s vagina clings to her dick like a hug.

Roman massaged Atra’s breasts, pushing his cock all the way into her.

They moved their hips and looked into each other’s eyes.

Tsk! What a joke! What a joke! Squeak!

“Ugh, ahhh! Hiang!”

The sticky pussy clings to the cock, craving her seed.

The sight of her climaxing while slightly bouncing her waist is lovely.

“I love you.”

“Aang! I love you too…! I really love you… Hehe!”

The pleasure of stretching her vagina, creating a suffocating pressure on her lower abdomen, and nudging her womb.

Atra was unable to continue her words and only let out her muffled moans.

“Spit…! Please spit! Hiang!”

Atra opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.

Roman plunged his cock into her, drooling her saliva from above.

And when I put her fingers in her mouth, she starts sucking and licking both sides.

“Honey… Rub, rub… Ugh, huh!”

As soon as Roman heard that, he pushed his dick into her and pressed her uterus back and forth.

Atra climaxed and hit the bed with her feet.

Roman then moved his waist without giving any time to rest.

“Aaaaah…! Ah…!”

Atra found great satisfaction by telling Roman everything that came to mind.

No wonder how many times his wife’s orgasm continued, a unique sensation came to Roman.

“Atra. It’s coming…!”

“Ahh! Inside… Hurry up! Oh my, I want to have a child too…!”

Roman hugged Atra just before she ejaculated.

Atra hugged Roman’s body as tightly as possible with both her hands and legs.

The texture of the muscles stood out clearly all over Roman’s body.

A long ejaculation continued.

“Ugh! Too many…!”

If your dick twitches once, you will cry! A load of her semen pours into her womb.

Atra gritted her teeth and barely managed to get her mind back from the pleasure her hot life force gave her as it entered her womb.

How many times did that continue?

The semen that Roman ejaculated filled the uterus, flowed back, and was pouring down on the bedsheet.

“Whoa!”

Roman exhaled and slowly pulled out his dick.

“Haaa… Haa…!”

Atra let out the breath she had been holding, moved by Roman’s fragments in her body.