Chapter 94 – Body Painting (2)
Chrollo in bed is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Her tone of voice is soft and devoted to me, but when I look at her, she is in control.
I’m lifted upside down in Chrollo’s hand like an empty soda can, and the semen is spilled out.
Her upper and lower mouth alternately suck on the head of the glans, as if sucking a drop of drink from the mouth of a can.
Rose is the exact opposite.
I want both my body and mind to be completely dominated by me. No, should I say that I want to be instructed?
Rose is lying face down on her desk.
The fully exposed anus is pure white without a single millimeter of discoloration and is artistically engraved with beautiful wrinkles.
The tightly closed clam meat was as simple as that of a sheep family, but the clothes she was wearing were kimonos. She is wide open and ready to welcome me at any time.
Rose was on her knees on her desk, her stomach down and her butt up. The height was adjusted so that I could insert it comfortably.
The attitude of putting oneself down even more than Dogeja. It feels like looking at a piece of flounder sushi.
Obedience.
Rose was expressing her beauty of obedience with her whole body.
“Is it really like this?”
“Yes. Please come.”
Rose said without showing her face.
“Are you saying you’re going to have her first experience as a junior?”
How much meaning does a first experience have for a woman? If you have 100, you will want to face each other and communicate with each other.
“I… Like this better.”
Rose, lying face down, speaks in a hushed voice.
“I feel like I am giving myself completely to this.”
“…”
She walked up behind her and hugged her. She peppered her kisses from her neck to her shoulders and back.
“Ugh.”
Rose shivered her body. She pleasantly tickled my lower abdomen where her wriggling toes were touching.
In an instant, roses appear on Rose’s skin. As I went down to rub her lips to calm them down, her sobbing got louder.
Instead of trying to calm her down, she enjoyed the feel of her large buttocks, which were now pathetically plump.
Drop.
The top of her foot suddenly got cold, and I saw that there was a clear liquid dripping from it.
Drop.
Another drop falls.
The source is the entrance to Rose’s vagina. Like a bucket of honey that has fallen on her side, she is leaking transparent love juice from a solid crack.
My penis is also shaking its head furiously and leaking transparent lines.
When I bring it to the entrance of Rose’s vagina, they attract each other like magnets.
The labia minora surrounding her vagina are glamorous, shiny, and elastic, like lips with lip gloss.
It kisses my glans. Then it is swallowed through the vaginal opening.
Sting.
“Huh!”
Rose moaned.
It was so wet that it went right in. But once they accepted me, they tightened their grip on me fiercely from all directions.
He thrust his genitals into her with force as she curled up to her limit.
Rose’s posture could not be maintained for long.
Rose flails with each repetition of her pistoning vagina.
The pose changes from sushi to togeza, and from dogeza to an ordinary junior.
“Ugh, deeper! Please go deeper.”
At first I thought it was because Rose was craving her pleasure, but she wasn’t.
It seems like he just wants to accept me more deeply within himself.
Her vaginal walls guide my penis. Deep inside her, beyond the tip of her vagina and all the way to her womb. Hurry up and come into my warm embrace.
Even though there is still a long way to go before ejaculation, I feel an indescribable pleasure coming from her glans.
Like a sea anemone that falls in love with fish, the numerous bumps and wrinkles in Rose’s cave caress my glans and pillar.
Her easy-baby-shaped buttocks, which had just been lifted as if making an offering to the gods, were now pressed down as if she was craving them.
Rose’s face was reflected in the glass display case opposite her.
Her eyes were turned upside down as she lost focus, and her tongue hung down her wide open mouth.
It’s a disheveled appearance that can’t be imagined as the usual Rose.
If I were to describe it more directly, I would say it’s an expression of disgust.
Even though it was painted over, it didn’t feel ugly at all. All I can say is that it is lovely.
“…!”
Rose noticed.
She lowered her head as if she recognized her own face reflected in the display case and me smiling.
Following her desire, she lowered her writhing hips again and straightened her legs like a ballerina.
Is this an unspoken sign asking her to forget about her embarrassed face and just focus on violating herself?
Punch!
He hit his genitals as if bombing from above. She had her lower abdomen pressed against her desk. Her thick glans scratches like a pickaxe tilling the ground, from the entrance of her vagina to beyond the walls of her vagina where her clitoris is located.
If you looked from below, you would have seen her mound slightly bulging.
“Aha!”
Rose moans.
He massaged her voluptuous breasts and shook her waist.
Her plump buttocks collide with my lower abdomen, making a crunching sound.
Her buttocks vibrate and her cute anus contracts from the intense shock.
“Ugh. Huh.”
Rose constantly chanted.
Sometimes she cries like she’s screaming, and sometimes she whimpers.
Unlike her usual quiet and cold demeanor, she didn’t show any patience during sex with me.
More than Chrollo or Nina, she let out her moans more intensely than any other woman she had ever experienced before.
Rose’s closed-mouthed question as she bites my genitals.
When the genitals advance, her clam meat is pulled out, and when it moves backward, her clam meat is also pulled out.
It increases and decreases by just a few millimeters. The sight of her precious place being dominated by my piston gave me the ultimate sense of conquest.
Then, suddenly, I felt eyes on her, looked up, and met Rose’s eyes.
She splits her legs like a ballerina and gets fucked by a cock fiercely.
In the meantime, she tilts her head and looks at me. Her gaze is full of pathos.
Her insanely curved back created an even more sinister aesthetic.
From the angle, both eyes are tilted to the right, the mouth is wide open, and drool is flowing down it. My red cheeks twitch.
It was my first time seeing Rose look so relaxed.
“Is there something you want to say?”
“Ugh.”
Rose contorts her face. Is it because of shame?
She nevertheless opens her mouth to answer the question. Rose is that kind of kid. Never ignore what I say.
“I want to see the manager’s face while being stabbed violently from behind.”
Rose said.
Phut! Bang!
While I was pounding on top of her without stopping, she tilted her head and looked at me. Her head shakes back and forth due to her unstable posture and shock.
But Rose’s eyes never lose sight of me. Sad gaze is directed at me. Those gazes did not contain any complex emotions.
It contained only one thought: that it wanted to keep seeing me.
“…”
I wanted to rape her more violently than I did now.
“Go forward a little bit.”
She moved forward a little and assumed her usual doggy position. Lie down on her knees and arms
I also stood up on the desk. Push it down from a high place.
Soooook.
“Huh!”
Her feet passed between my crotch and rested on the outside of the desk.
My wrists passed around her ribs, and both of her hands grabbed her ample breasts. Her fingers twisted her nipples.
“Hi!”
Rose cowered and shouted.
Rose’s bare feet in the air shake like crazy as my penis slams down like a storm.
Rose is looking back at me again.
“Administrator… Manager…”
She calls me pitifully. Her open mouth, flowing saliva, and shaking eyes are fixed on me.
A fierce pleasure rises from the prostate. Rose’s eyes looking up at me changed in an instant.
It’s so amazing.
Chrollo and Rose, too, seem to know when I’m about to climax.
“Please inside!”
Rose said as if pleading.
Puck. Puck. Powok.
I answered with a more intense piston.
“Huh.”
Rose lets out her moans.
And I also reached my peak.
Gulp!!!
I continued to shake my back. Because now we have only sent out a handful.
Gulp!
Second.
Gulp!
And the third.
Even after reaching climax, he continued to move and filled Rose with semen.
Rose, swept away by the tidal wave of her pleasure, buried her face in her desk and trembled. Her feet were also wrinkled and shriveled.
Pong!
The penis that had spit out the last semen was pulled out.
I’ve just finished a meal, but I don’t feel like taking a break. I want to straighten my dying lower body and fuck Rose one after another.
“Rose.”
“Yes.”
She lifted her face from her arms and looked back at me.
“Can I see the body painting I saw in a previous magazine now?”
“I understand.”
Rose complies with my requests as always. Her body is dyed with beautiful colors.
From then on it was a crazy time.
“How about this?”
Rose, disguised as a tiger woman, said.
She lies down and spreads her limbs wide like a dog showing submission. Now she was a cat.
Her back, buttocks, and limbs are made of leopard skin with black stripes on an orange background. Her belly, breasts, and genital area are white.
Meanwhile, the labia minora and clitoris were dark orange, boasting an overwhelming visual that made my heart explode.
Squeak!
It goes without saying that she rammed her already erect cock into her leopard pussy.
“Kyaaaaah!”
“…?!”
Rose showed her fangs and made an animal-like expression and moan. Her both hands were clenched as if scratching.
There was also light orange leopard paint on her face, but it was so bright red that it was meaningless.
“That’s the concept.”
She is FM in many ways.
“Kaaaaang!”
I also cried out and ran towards him. He thrust his genitals down as if bombing Rose, who was in a completely submissive position.
Punch!
Her shiny glans scratches the walls of her vagina.
Phut! Paang!
Every time the sound of her flesh hitting each other spreads, Rose’s soles point toward the sky, and she shakes wildly.
Rose’s long, slender tongue also dances outside her open lips.
While thrusting my penis as if bombing the top, I caught her tongue that was tempting me like a fishing lure with my lips and sucked it.
He lowers her posture a little more and devours her lips. She rubs her lips and lips wildly while pistoning.
Chureup.
Rose’s long tongue slipped between her lips and licked my cheek.
He patted my earlobe and then licked the back of my ear and the outer shell of my ear as if caressing it. The heat and wetness felt so good.
Rose looked like a lioness when he changed her position and fucked her from behind.
She raised her head and let out a howl-like moan, each time sharp fangs, red tongue, and silver saliva drew lines.
Her repertoire was endless.
What if you do lingerie on top and black pantyhose on the bottom with body paint and do a flip-flop?
It was the ultimate sexiness that combined only the advantages of bare legs and stockings.
Regardless of the density of denier, the feeling of bare legs was vividly evoked. Numerous geometric patterns embroidered her legs like constellations.
What about lingerie? Body painting transformed lingerie into stockings worn from the top.
Even the curves of her breasts and the hollow space of her navel were filled as if by God’s mercy.
Her whole body was covered in gold, as if she had dipped into water containing molten gold.
Was this called metallic body painting? It was very erotic.
Metallic had the effect of exaggerating the body’s fine muscles and skin texture, so wrinkles in areas such as the armpits, abs, navel, and soles were emphasized in a very sexy way.
So I rolled around with Rose, and I rolled around, and I rolled around again.
She shook her head like crazy and cried out as she accepted the cum into her womb.
Every time I radiated, she wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms caressed my back and neck.
She couldn’t have imagined that that neat and calm child would have been so hungry for sex with me.
After pushing our bodies to the limit, we rested on our desks.
Rose’s legs snaked around my hips and legs, and her arms did the same.
“Thank you.”
Rose said in a whisper.
“Please continue to lead in the future.”
Instead of answering, I kissed Rose on the forehead.
Tired, I fell asleep for a while and when I woke up, Rose, neatly dressed in her clothes, was carefully cleaning every inch of my body.
While wiping my cheeks, neck, hands, and lower abdomen with a wet tissue and towel, he only cleaned my genitals, which were covered in love juice, with his lips.
“This is more certain.”
By the time Rose selflessly explained her turbo cleaning function, I had already cummed a load in her mouth. Rose avoided eye contact throughout the explanation.
After swallowing the semen, carefully sucking it out for about 10 seconds.
Pong!
My glans that came out of her lips was definitely clean.
Just like that, an enchanting night with Rose passed.
