Chapter 37 – 3. You, the End of the Month (7)
Marquis couple’s bedroom.
In fact, the room that existed for Gérard Lemoyn’s nightlife was specialized for making relationships. Even if the bed the two of them were lying on right now, it was very soft, so it was good for digesting violent movements.
“It’s Orian.”
“Rom…”
The thick blanket over the white bedspread, and the figure of the wife being indulged in by her gaze her while lying defenseless and naked.
Her hair her, which had been painstakingly raised, was gently tousled before she knew it. Looking closer, the longer eyelashes and flickering eyes like the tides on the beach stared intently at the male trying to pounce on me. Her large, voluptuous breasts were attractive because they were slightly compressed due to her lying position, and her well-shaped waist and clear, straight abdomen without any flab were like a statue of the goddess of beauty.
Above all, the inverted triangle drawn naturally along the ilium on both sides, the so-called pubic area of the lower abdomen, the same color as the hair, was very small, but detailed and dense. It was mature and feminine, but also had the power to heighten the erotic atmosphere.
“It’s embarrassing if you stare at me like that…”
How could she have had such an obscene body and leave it alone? It is a sensuality and sixth sense that all men would envy. Rom, unable to resist the urge any longer, squeezed Oriane’s chest tightly without answering.
“Oh…”
It was a rough hand, like a pity. It was so large that it couldn’t even fit in one hand, and it was quite overwhelming. Even Rom, who would normally caress her with soft and delicate hands and caress her easily, couldn’t bear to endure it.
“Haha.”
It was a milk that was good for slapping like a slap because of its wide area. If she had been an ordinary woman, she would have felt more pain than pleasure, but she was Oriane.
“It’s ridiculous that her breasts feel bigger when she’s not wearing her corset.”
Rom admired to himself. And she seemed even more ashamed of such an evaluation. She stretched out her hand to Oriane, who blushed and turned her head to the side of her. With her twitching index finger her, she gently stroked her lower belly and ran through her neatly arranged pubic hair her.
“Did you organize this yourself?”
Her soft, brushed hair was so narrow that it could be covered with two of her fingers her. It was only smooth around the crack, and it looked pretty as if decorating the pubic bone a little higher than that, so it was more strange not to ask.
“Wow, that’s how it used to be…”
“It’s more rude to be born.”
“It’s not that I don’t take care of it at all…”
Oriane added hesitantly. She was an illusion that only a world-class beauty could do. It is difficult for an ordinary person to catch up to even half of her beauty her even if she takes care of her with great care throughout her life her. To say that if she does, she takes care of herself a little too.
“Stop the bullshit.”
All I can say is that she is unaware of her own beauty her.
“It’s a big sin in itself to leave her body like this.”
Rom said in a heartfelt voice. Once again she gave Oriane’s chest a slap and gave away her horned sword to her. From now on, she declared, that with me, she would never leave a body like this alone.
“I can’t stand to see a female who is not enough to be eaten every day be humbled.”
“Ugh, that’s too much…”
“Open your legs.”
Ordering them to do what they could have done on their own was, of course, part of the process of getting them tamed. Rom, ready to commit a crime with her noble Margrave under him, awaited her compliance. Even then, as her hesitation, she continued for quite some time, she tilted her head and asked with her eyes.
“Oops, that’s…”
Oriane glanced over. What the hell is she for? But when I followed her gaze on her, she saw a picture frame on top of a chest of drawers. It was a portrait of the married couple standing side by side in her newlywed days.
Unlike images made with brushstrokes, photos taken with magic tend to disappear along with the magic contained in them, but perhaps because they were well maintained, the two men and women were still vividly imprinted on them.
“It looks like her husband is watching, so I want it covered… ” …”
“Ah, I understand.”
Rom got out of bed for a moment. At first, she seemed to come covering the picture frame as Oriane asked, but it wasn’t. On the contrary, he took it in his hand her, threw the picture frame in the corner of the bed, and returned to his seat her.
“Tell me to watch carefully over there. To an idiot who left such a top-notch cockhouse and stupidly wandered around looking for another woman.”
“That, like that…”
Gérard Lemoyn was certainly a ruler worthy of respect. Also, her wife her, Oriane, admired him in her own way, so she wanted to leave it as a good memory if possible.
It wasn’t a rom.
This is not to disparage his achievements. I just didn’t want to leave any room in the heart of the wife I love.
“Right, the Marquis was definitely a decent lord. But he wasn’t a good husband to you.”
“That’s not wrong, but…”
“I am different. I’m not going to turn a blind eye to such an admirable year. Body and mind, only you are my wife. Even if I have another woman in the future, all my first places are for you.”
Oriane opened her mouth slightly, moved. If she was simply trying to trick me into making it easy for her to fuck me, she didn’t have to go this far. Who in the world would she earn thousands of gold coins and concede them all? Rom Dior was unequivocally sincere.
“So, don’t say it twice.”
The knight, who had become a female, gently pressed down on his wife’s body and climbed on top of her. My phallus, which had been bobbing past her navel her, urged me to quickly make a cockhouse for the girl in front of her.
“Open your legs.”
Before long, she insinuated and spread her legs. She opened her mouth, feeling sorry for Rome, who must have endured that condition for several days, not for a day or two.
“Hey, here…”
The expression of the gap wet with love juice glistened in the soft light. It meant that her pale pink skin was ready to be revealed.
‘I’m sorry, honey…’
Oriane brought her hands and covered her face her.
‘But I can’t help it…’
It was n’t just because of her guilt her towards her dead husband her.
‘Because I belong to this man now…’
It was because of the smile that flashed across his face at her at first glance as he was addicted to pleasure.
“Don’t be afraid.”
The dark red glans rubbed the entrance of the soggy chasm several times. It was an attempt to annoy the opponent even though he was in a difficult situation to endure. That’s how much Rome’s desire to rule Oriane was persistent.
“I won’t put it in right away. You have to see with your own eyes how far this will go.”
Suddenly, something wriggling like a thick snake adorned the body of the Marquis Marquis. It was an unbelievable size, starting from the pubic area and far beyond the navel. No matter how married she was and the body that gave birth to her daughter her, she could not fit it all in.
“Everyone, I don’t think everyone will go in…”
“If it were all, it would be. But it’s okay because I’m going to train you to put in as many as possible.”
With those words, Rom, who reassured Oriane, walked around the entrance with his belongings again. I knew long ago where to put it, but the frightened and flinching reaction was so much fun that I decided to just enjoy it.
“How was it with your husband?”
“That, it was just moderately good…”
“Once you hit the navel properly, you won’t hear that kind of sound.”
Grinning, Rom laughed and lifted his back at once. After squeezing through the narrow and dense female vagina, he pressed the cervix, which he had escaped earlier, at once.
“… !”
“Now, congratulations on being mine.”
I couldn’t even scream. I felt a sharp, heavy, breaking pain in my lower abdomen. When did she give birth to Lucienne, and this feeling really made her feel like she was back in her virginity. It could be due to the number of experiences she could count on her hands her, but it was more of a rom.
“Ugh, huh, ha ha…”
“Slowly relax your body.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…”
His stuff his, if overpowering, literally crushed me.
“The more you struggle with the pain, the more it will happen. Just stay still and feel me. As soon as your body adjusts to my shape, happiness will come to your whole body.”
Indeed, the human body was mysterious. Oriane, who was struggling in a cold sweat, soon regained her stability, as he said. Her pain didn’t go away, but it was overshadowed by a surge of pleasure. He was proof that he was becoming a female and a dick house only for the man who was eating me.
“This is a real cock…”
Oriane murmured, taking a deep breath. Rom said he knew how to say all of her wonderful words her, and he grabbed her her body her and sat her down. After I got used to it, it would have been more fun to sit face to face and have sex with each other rather than passively lying down and being impaled.
“Well, now I am becoming Lord Rom… ?”
“You’re right. We have come to a point where there is no turning back.”
“Ah, I’m glad…”
Oriane, who hugged Rom tightly, kissed her lips without her even asking him to. She fully confessed her lewd affections her, that she became his prisoner her, and she continued to tease her.
“I’m from the West…”
“It’s Orian.”
“Hey, I’ll do my best to play the role of your motherfucking wife…”
She never thought she could be this happy just by putting it in. Of course, in order to feel that kind of uplift, I had to go through all of those cumbersome processes. However, Oriane, who did not know the truth, muttered, maddened by the ecstasy of her rom her.
“Please love me a lot…”
She hugged the shoulder of the knight’s upper body, which was so dignified that even her two hands couldn’t embrace it, and she clung to it endlessly and endlessly. So she fell in love with a man named Rom Dior and came to worship him.
“Umm, chook…”
“That’s a good name.”
“Hey, hehe…”
“What are you saying about me?”
“Yeah, Oriane is Mr. Rome’s cum-draining wife…”
The relationship between two people who do not move in the bedroom where the moonlight stays.
“It’s a fucking house that knows how to accept anything with joy and gratitude…”
Night and sex gradually ripened like that.
