How to Live With a Broken Saint 7

Chapter 7 – Home and Reunion (7)

Isabella smiled a little as she watched the slave gaze up through her clouded eyes in her still unraveling ecstasy.

Obviously, Becky, who hated losing when she was young, became a pervert who, after being trained by her, took pleasure in obeying and acting like a prostitute.

Isabella couldn’t stand Becky any longer as she called out to her and seduced her. She unbuttons her wet with sweat and pulls the hem of her skirt down. With all that is left of her is the black underwear she always wears, and climbs into her bed.

“Master…”

Becky gropes and she tries to remove her underwear, but he cuts off her hand. A slave can easily become arrogant if left to do as he pleases.

When he fired at him with cold eyes, Becky hurriedly backed away, lowering his head.

“Sorry, my lord…”

Isabella lay down and slowly lowered her underwear. She slightly lifts her back and pulls out her thigh, her calf, then her foot, foot.

She enjoys the slave’s glowing, eager gaze, and shifts her posture as she slowly puts her hands behind her back and unties her loops one by one. The moment her last loop is undone, her undergarments come undone and Isabella becomes naked as well.

“Ah…”

The slave who saw his master sighed without realizing it. She had a moderately full and elastic chest, a gracefully stretched body and a narrow waist, not a dull body like her own, but an elegant body like a sleek cat.

“Becky, get under the bed now.”

The slave gets out of her bed and awkwardly takes a waiting position, bowing her head. She struggles to let out her grotesque moans as she takes pleasure in the fact that her ass, already full of bruises and wounds, touches her feet.

“What kind of punishment should we give to our pet dog…?”

Her master’s toe lifts her chin. Each time her master’s legs, which gently tickled her under her chin with her legs crossed, moved, the petals between her legs, as wet as hers, appeared and disappeared, repeating.

“Wouldn’t our Becky know better? What do you want to be punished for?”

“Until the owner is satisfied… Serve and redeem…♥”

The slave, already paralyzed in her thinking, forgetting to hold her posture, said she, tying herself between her legs. Even Isabella, who would have reciprocated with a slap for her disheveled behavior, had she been normal, but she was no longer too much.

“Then, start again until I get angry.”

As if she waited for her words, the slave grasped her feet with her hands. She starts by kissing her on the top of her foot, then she goes up with her calf to sweep her lips. Isabella feels her warm, gentle warmth and she braces herself so she doesn’t fall.

Her kisses go up. Thighs, belly, her breasts. Her lips escape. A kiss on the lips is a gift given by a master to a slave. Becky stroked Isabella’s puffy breasts, slowly running her tongue along her pink areolas.

“Mmm…♥”

A strange voice full of pleasure. Occasionally she would purse her lips to suck on her nipple, and sometimes she would tickle her with her teeth. The hands are also busy, massaging the opposite breast or fiddling with the tip of the nipple with your fingers.

“Ha…”

When she hears the master’s strange breathing, she is enveloped in pride and pleasure that she has satisfied her master, and caresses more diligently. Tickle the tips with the tongue, and pinch the nipples with the hands. I felt a gradual increase in strength in my body.

“Now stop.”

I put my regret behind me and bit my lips. Isabella’s pink breasts turned a pretty red color after being caressed by her. With her face half-drenched in her pleasure, the master slowly spread his legs.

“Ah…♥”

The deepest and most intimate part of her was exposed. The beautiful pink sanctuary between her legs, where her black pubic hair was lightly visible, was soaked with her love juices and excitement.

“Start.”

Cautiously, the slave knelt down and put her head between the master’s legs. Her sweltering heat and her scent made her drowsy. She slowly opens her mouth, inserts her tongue into the crack, and pushes her gently into it.

Isabella’s whole body twitched at the touch of her warm tongue between her legs. The slave briefly shuttles through her mouth with her tongue, then moves on to her clitoris. She slowly turns her tongue as she centers her clit on her shallow rise. She was doing her best to satisfy herself, as she had been educating her.

“…Sobbing…”

Her tongue quickened as Isabella let out a groan at the erosion of her pleasure. Becky caresses eagerly with her tongue, nudges her master’s hole with one finger.

“…Ugh…♥”

Little by little, she increases the number of her fingers. One to two, two to three. Her hand movements quickened little by little, and her tongue intensified as well. With all her heart and soul, she does her best to satisfy her master, who has awakened her one and only reason for her existence.

“Huh, suck, suck…♥”

The interval between the owner’s excited breathing gets shorter little by little. Becky was already using his arm to poke her hole back and forth, his tongue twitching back and forth at her clitoris.

Isabella grabbed the bed sheets, already soaked with sweat, with all her might. As her waist naturally rises to her pleasure, the slave moves along naturally and does not stop caressing her.

Isabella catches her breath, then finally climaxes in the zealous service of her slave. Her thighs, tight in her pleasure, choke her slave. As she reaches for pleasure, a gushing fountain falls over her strangled slave’s face.

“Haha…”

“Collock Coke! Heh-uh… Heh-uh…”

Becky was able to pull her face out only after Isabella’s bent back came back down and her legs gave out. The slave, covered in water that spilled from her body, gasps for breath. Her sore throat and sore head went hazy, but she hurriedly picked herself up.

“Cough…Cough, ha…”

She does a standby position on her bed to avoid touching her master’s body. Her aloof queen looked at her with her disheveled look. Her orgasm and pleasure colored by her two purple eyes indicated her contentment.

“…Collock, Punishment, Dropping… Thank you…♥”

The slave kissed the back of her master’s hand in gratitude for her instruction. Her master watched as her slave took her own hands. Drenched in her own juices, her eyes filled with unresolved desire as she kissed her heartily.

Isabella decided to free her slave’s desires. Because she was a generous owner.

“Our lewd bitch, can’t you stand it anymore?”

“Nehye…Now…It’s hard anymore…♥”

Becky answers in a twisted tone. Isabella smiles coldly again and speaks softly.

“Hmm, since it looks like you’ve been punished enough, can you listen well to Becky?”

The slave nodded again. Isabella, lying on her side with her arms resting on her, like a goddess in a famous painting. She slowly raised and folded her left leg proudly.

“Ah…♥”

With a tickling moan, the slave fixes her gaze on her leg. Her blue eyes were already filled with a paralyzed sexual desire.

“I’m not going to directly unleash the lust of a nasty, stupid bitch. But I’ll forgive you for the mistakes a dog in heat makes.”

Becky’s eyes are still focused on her white, sleek legs. However, at her still unable to move, Isabella laughed at her and said,

“What are you doing? Do not want to do it?”

As if those words were a signal, Becky hurriedly crawled up and placed her crotch on Isabella’s thigh, then started rocking and rubbing her back and forth. She looked down coldly at the slave who was shaking her waist violently, unable to control her lust, which had already been heated up by her long service and foreplay.

“Really, are you content with rubbing your pussy in such a vulgar way without anyone touching it?”

“Huhhhhh…♥”

Instead of an answer, all that came back was an animal-like cry and a feeling of weight on her thighs. She stretched out her half-folded left leg and slung it over Becky’s shoulder. The slave held it dearly to her tender bosom, as if it were her lover, and, like a ravenous beast, devoted himself to gratifying her lust.

Watching her act nasty like a real dog, Isabella smiled.

“Ah, ah… Master, Master…♥”

The violent gesture did not last long. Becky, who had already endured it to the limit, quickly climaxed, spraying water on her thighs. After the back movement that hit the body to the extent that the whole body was shaking subsided, only the breathing of the slave resounded.

“…I love you… Master…♥”

Hearing Becky’s pleasure-soaked voice, Isabella laughed. She loved no one It only satisfies lust and greed.

“When you’re done, put it away quickly.”

Despite her master’s cold command, the slave happily wiped his tracks with her tongue. Even as she wiped her of course, her slave was preoccupied with pacifying her hand between her own legs.