Chapter 300 – 29. Bitches (Complete)
There is no other place where the warm sunlight is as precious as the land where General Dong stays in all four seasons. The frozen soil is so cold that people often shiver from the cold even after lighting a fireplace, so warm air is a treasure. Even if you just look back on the memories of your barren past life, weren’t there as many people as those who died of starvation?
Of course there are no more such tragedies in the North. In the first place, the poor situation of Marquis Baekryung has nothing to do with the barren environment. Life on the surface may be a bit arduous, but the abundant resources underground are not enough to make a living in many ways.
The problem was the identity of the baron and the check of the centralized power. Therefore, Baron Ardennes, now imprinted as an open loyalist of the wise king throughout the continent, was able to achieve his reign. If not a world without pain like a paradise, at least he ruled so that no one shivered in the cold or clutched at a hungry stomach.
It was a really proud thing.
It was all the more so in that the process was not as smooth as it was. However, the revival of this land was definitely a task worth taking on. Even though I faced several obstacles, I was sure when I saw that I overcame them in the end.
The reason why Rome, who is generally sobriety, boldly made an exception for today’s dinner was also in the same context. It’s like a reward for my hard work. Anyway, I wanted to share and enjoy the continuous joy of each day to celebrate with my loved ones.
In other words, Rom was happy. And he hoped that the women who served him as their husbands would do the same. Sometimes I worried that they might not be having as much fun as I thought they would, but I can confidently say that it was groundless.
While the flames of the fireplace danced hotly, the prodigious wives performed mask dances one after another. All of a sudden, he enjoyed the feeling of being Chang-gwan’s guest, and performed a playful joke in front of the baron who was pouring beer.
A sticky song flowed from the magic recorder placed in the corner of the room. It was the perfect background sound for an interlude of love affair. Every time the string plucking tune in a high pitch was repeated, it was truly dreamy, blending with the bitches who threw off their underwear one layer at a time.
Sreuk, tok.
A large bra that looked like it could cover her face with just one side fell to the floor. Soon, the large and attractive breasts were exposed. It was a lewd martial art that even the luxury of society couldn’t help admiring.
Oriane, a typical blonde-haired beauty, danced mainly with popular dance moves. Her daughter, Lucienne, who had sparkling red eyes like ruby, danced a strange sword dance that seemed to have been conceived by her when she was learning her swordsmanship in the past. She continued, as Henrietta wore her purple hair for the last time, performing the traditional ballet moves of the realm, befitting a dignified duchess.
She swiped her body that aroused her lust with both hands, and when she took a posture in which her armpits and pubic area were clearly visible, she made a sultry expression, and if possible, she emphasized areas full of femininity, such as the prominent silence followed below her narrow waist.
So, Rom, who was as excited as he was drunk, recited promiscuous swear words like a crazy knight in a sensual novel I read. Judging from her composition alone, it was a picture of a drunken drunken man who was terribly harassing three pitiful women.
Of course, Oriane, Lucienne, and Henrietta were not displeased at all.
Rather, he expressed his gratitude for the normally decent man who spit out sexual compliments even when he was drunk. Helplessly, she even took off her wet panties and put them down, completely naked, and even played the role of her eye candy. I don’t know what it looks like outside, but here in the harem, it’s just like a female who is destined to be trampled.
Whore, are you okay? When asked, Orianne Lemoang, who was absorbed in flicking the clearly protruding nipples, answered. She fawned, saying how could it not be nice to have a cockhouse that had grown accustomed to her lasciviousness to the point of devoting even her daughter to it.
Fuck bitch, does it suit you? Lucienne Lemoang nodded, impatient to masturbate. She nodded, saying that whenever she would fight against the sky-like West, she was now a bitch who drools at the thought of sleeping.
Bitch, wanna bark? And Henrietta LeBlanc, who had gracefully shook her waist until then, immediately crouched down. She stuck out her tongue and barked cutely, as if she had become a real beast. She twitched her ass vulgarly as if she was about to wag her improbable tail.
After that, only fragmentary memories of her remained. Partly because she drank too much of her beer, which was meant to be a light refresher, and partly because she was excited because her slutty bitches begged her to eat her.
What is certain is that it is a time filled with lust no matter what.
Giving impromptu nicknames to the three dancing females, Rom ordered them all to play with their hands. He ordered to go no less than ten times. It was a sudden request, but they had no choice but to obediently comply, and soon they diligently poked their pussy.
Squeak squeak, squeak squeak.
Although cumbersome, we must not forget the seasoning. Oriane, who masturbated while standing upright and holding her crotch open with both hands; It was for this reason that Henrietta was brought together.
Come on, it’s a gift. Saying so, what he held out was, of course, an erect penis of ridiculous size. There was already a terrible male smell, but it was the penis that became thicker with foreplay. The three females prostrated themselves at his object, which seemed to drive them crazy just by looking at it.
Oriane is a bitch. I’m the West’s cock-draining wife. It’s a bitch who wants to be eaten somehow because it’s going to drive me crazy just sniffing it like this. I don’t need her daughter or her sister. I only need you by my side
Ignore your mother’s words. She’s younger and fresher, and she’s got a year to look just like her, so she doesn’t have to pay attention to a slut like that. Even though I’m not good at expressions here, there can’t be another girl with a bitter taste like the bitch who fell in love with you.
They say it’s a mother-daughter house, isn’t it funny? I don’t know how my brother and nephew are so different from the outside. A female keeper means that all she has to do is obey her, regardless of her concubine or pacifier. In that sense, I’ll never forget that I’m just her daddy’s cute bitch daughter-in-law.
Listening to flattering chatter, the three of them were absorbed in masturbation, and it wasn’t long before they reached their tenth climax. From there, he was pushed to the limit and showed his body that was impatient.
The thick and hot breath on the flushed cheeks, the nipples and the clitoris, and the womb that keeps urging as if it were tightening.
It was about time. Her first choice of Lucienne was her rom, who laid her on her bed and then raped her wildly. Even so, she’s an outrageous phallus, so it’s easy to press her cervix, but it goes without saying that her body position is also in the form of pressing with her weight, so it’s almost ruined.
So was Oriane, who was next in love with her. Instead of apologizing for her daughter’s inadequacies, she was strangled and eaten so severely that her face was red with blood. She became a beast in heat and hooked her hair, bending her waist like a bow and plunging her into it at the same time.
On the contrary, Henrietta, who was her last turn, drove slowly. She lay down comfortably in a clean spot in the wide bed and made me climb into it. Her hands were pressed to the back of her head, her tongue stuck out and her armpits exposed, like her bitch pervert.
And then she looked up at the ceiling, rubbed her crotch over the erect cock, and squatted down with a slap. She followed and she squeaked again and stood up. She was then told to repeat it until she was satisfied with her compliments that she was a quick learner.
Her scent wafted from her as she struggled through her wet sweat. After that, it took hundreds of round trips before she exhausted herself and fell. Even with that, the night didn’t end, and I had to repeat countless foreplay, sex and afterplay.
A paradise that can only be enjoyed by a man who owns a mother-daughter cock house, a service in which a mother-daughter hits her daughter on the cheek with the soles of her feet and makes her mother-in-law suck her cock wholeheartedly.
A paradise that only the man who owns her sister’s cock house can enjoy, a service in which a relatively inexperienced older sister bites her cock and scrotum and her skilled younger sister helps her by licking her back.
Besides that, I had a lot of fun. Or tilting the face of a bitch lying upside down on the bed and stabbing her throat like a masturbation tool. To properly scold her mother and daughter, who never stopped fighting, torturing her with chewing until she begged her for doing something wrong.
Due to drinking too much beer, everyone’s mouths and stomachs were filled with thin cum.
In this way, the mother and daughter-sisters assisted each other in their relationship at each turn. It was a night more violent than ever, although I hardly remembered it because of the heavy drunkenness. So he remembered how Oriane, Lucienne, and Henrietta were very happy.
And that was the last memory.
It was after a long time that the baron, who had fallen asleep soundly, woke up again. The reason he woke up was from the thought that he had forgotten something, and when he opened his eyes, all he remembered was very fragmentary memories.
It must have been a monumental day, but how angry I must be to think of only the foreplay that I enjoy all the time, and hardly the moment of making a relationship.
In addition, the sweltering lower body was still irritated, and it was unclear whether it was angry or not. Still, he got up right away and looked around. So he realized that he had fallen asleep in the underground harem after the night’s affair.
Funny enough, there were only two sleeping in a bed large enough for ten people to lie on. And it wasn’t the three people who were together last night, but Françoise, the mischievous concubine.
It was a confusing situation in many ways. More than anything, the thing that seemed crazy was that I couldn’t remember properly, perhaps because I was drunk. However, in the meantime, his eyes inadvertently turned to the center of the room and caught something.
It was Oriane. It was Lucienne. And it was Henrietta.
The three cockhouses who were kneeling on the carpet, bearing the traces of the last night’s love affair, smiled brightly. Then, all of a sudden, they all opened their mouths in unison, showing off her husband’s cum, which had been sitting all night, while telling the truth and making him laugh.
‘Seobang-nim, can I swallow it now?’
‘If you can’t remember what order you gave…’
‘Here, you can look at this.’
It was a crystal ball. The females, who donated items that recorded the events of the night to the head of the family, were delighted with the words of the baron who spat along with swearing.
“Ah, these lovely bitches…”
If there was any joy in love affairs that I couldn’t fully enjoy because I was drunk, now was the time to check it out.
With none other than the baron’s bitches.
