Chapter 153
I could vividly feel the touch of the glans, which had been deeply penetrated and then slowly scratched the inside and escaped. It was so hot between my legs that I felt like I was going to get burned. I could n't bear to guess the identity of the bodily fluid flowing down her buttocks.
“Annette, Annette.”
The lapel that lifted her lips her tightly gripped her and whispered.He did n't say anything more as he frantically shook her waist.However, his intense eyes her, his estrous breath her, spoke. In her own eyes, she sees only her.
“Ah, ah! Heh, ugh!!”
A glimpse of his buttocks her reflected in the shiny bed decoration caught my eye. There was a dimple hollowed out in that buttocks that had a lot of power. His muscular body his, strong waist his moved up and down in a lewd rhythm. That time, a terrible pleasure rose from the vagina. The visual stimulation caused his bottom her to contract, sucking more deeply into his cunt her.
“Heh, ah, ah…!!”
Annette's her wide spread legs her trembled Lapel, who gripped that pitiful thigh tightly, teased his waist her even faster He shuddered as he plunged his own into the deepest part of her Immediately , hot liquid was poured onto the sensitive inner wall of her.
As if drawn by that primal sense, Annette immediately rose to the third climax.It was like an intense dizziness.As his her eyes her her turned pure white, his head her throbbed her, and a thrill of pleasure spread. From his her tightening vagina her her.
“Ha…”
Annette, completely exhausted, limp. No matter how much he squeezed, he didn't have the stamina to squeeze more. In the first place, it was impossible for ordinary people to follow the sword master's ruthlessness. Annette thought with her head drenched in his pleasure her.
'I don't think I'll be able to adapt to this even if I return ten times.'
Seeing Annette gasping for breath, Lapel licked her lips. Her skin her, which had been as white as her eyes her, was now reddish and looked very sweet. The golden eyelashes moistened by her tears her glittered like stars, so pretty that I felt like dying. Naturally, he tried to force his lower body her again.
Rafel secretly looked into Annette's eyes her. But when she saw her exhausted face her, she could n't bring herself to say more. Annette's slender fingers resting on the bed sheet trembled. His slender fingers her.
“Wait a minute. I'll clean you up.”
Before the lapels could dry, the blanket covered Annette's neck her. He seemed worried that the short bird brought the wet towel, Annette, might catch a cold. I wanted to say thank you for that kindness, but her exhausted body she didn't listen. Annette fell asleep without realizing it.
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Annette…
It sounded like someone was calling her name her in a dream. The sky in front of her was a gloomy gray, and sparse snowflakes blew in the wind. What unfolded beneath it was the landscape of a desolate cemetery.
A fence with antique patterns surrounded the cemetery as if to protect the rest of the dead. The newly made tombstone is as white as snow. On the smooth surface made of the finest marble, the name of the deceased was sadly engraved in intaglio.
—Annette Bavaria Cannesis, Marquisess.
Against the background of the darkening sky, the face of the man standing in front of him was expressionless. The face revealed through the night-black hair was as beautiful as a sculpture. He closed his mouth and silently stared at the tombstone in front of As if trying to see through the figure of the dead lying beneath it.
But even so, there was no way to see the coffin buried deep in the ground.The man laughed at his own foolishness and let go of the power in his eyes.
Just in time, a cold wind raked his cheek and scattered a handful of snowflakes. Coincidentally, the place where it landed was on the tombstone of the dead, which was clean without a speck of dust. Seeing this, the man stretched out his hand and gently brushed it off. Contrary to his cold and sharp impression of his, his hand movements of his were extremely cautious. Eventually, when the tombstone was clean, he slowly lowered his hand.
'Annette Bavaria.'
He did n't feel like adding his last name her to her after his her first name her to her For him, Annette was always a Bavarian woman, she was nothing more and nothing less.
Their marital relationship could not be said to be good even in empty words.It was all the more so because she was inevitably bound to be a married couple.Every time he opened his mouth, hurtful words poured out at each other, and he often threw things in the room and broke them because he couldn't control his anger. Even so, the little woman would look at him resentfully without batting an eye. She was such a bold woman.
However, that boldness gradually faded in the face of her long illness. At some point, the time spent in bed got longer and longer, and her pretty face her grew steeper. The voice that she had been refuting each time without losing was faintly fading In the end, all that was left was a chilling silence.
Lapel breathed white and circled around her tombstone her. Just three steps, and that was it. The woman who was small even in her lifetime occupied only a small space even after her death her. She was truly a woman who had no greed at all Rafel, who was staring at the ground where she was lying, suddenly thought.
'What am I doing here?'
She didn't have to find herself standing in this desolate graveyard in the flurry of snow. He had performed all the duties of his husband his, and his wife she had gone into eternal rest after completing all her procedures her. Why on earth she can't take her steps her, circling around her tombstone her.
He was a heartless husband. It wasn't until much later that he found out that his wife was ill. One day, I realized the seriousness after seeing Annette vomiting from fever in her bedroom when I came in on business. Annette had been a minor drinker throughout her married life. But it was the first time he had ever looked as ill as he does now.
He was so startled that he gave her a stiff pat on the back as she vomited.Annette pushed him away, suffering from nausea.
“Go away. Because it's dirty.”
“Is it dirty now? Shut up and vomit!”
This isn't it. As usual, Lapel, who spoke in an intimidating manner, stung himself. Unlike her mean mouth her, her hand her patterning her on the back her became softer. It was because her back her, under his hand his, was too thin. He felt that even the slightest knock would break her back, and involuntarily, her hands gave way.
After one round of vomiting, Annette lay helplessly on the bed. Her face her, once bright, was now a dull gray. Her eyes, half open to the air, were devastated by disease. Those eyes that were once bright like the buds of spring are now dry and dying without any vitality. Lapel was greatly shocked, as anyone could see that he was clearly ill.
'Why didn't I know I was in so much pain?'
There was something to catch on. Rafel didn't spend much time at his mansion. Instead, he continued to wander outside. He used to achieve sword mastery, but he was practically on the run. That I'm just spitting out mean things about her at her.
However, the result of her cowardly choice she came back as such a great shock. Annette, who was struggling to lie down, turned her back to Lapel. Although she did not issue an order to celebrate, she was clear about what that skinny back Annette was hoping he would get out of her bedroom quickly.
Realizing this, Lapel turned around and did not dare to fall. Naturally, the first thing he did after leaving the room was to call Annette's doctor.
Annette's doctor, called in front of her, couldn't bear to even look at him. A woman with a rather dull impression made excuses in a crawling voice.
“I tried to report it to the master several times the other day, but he didn't meet me…….”
Shit. The lapel, which had been pinched, frowned. Even so, the mansion's employees had tried to say something to him a few times. But Raffel got irritated and bit them every time. He had to become a sword master one day soon, and he didn't care about the small internal affairs of the mansion. He asked Congressman Rafel, who internally cursed himself for being foolish in the past.
“So where the hell are you sick?”
“I'm sorry, but the owner suffered from a serious illness in her internal organs her. If I had discovered it earlier, I would have corrected it somehow, but by the time I was examined it was already too late …….”
The moment he heard that, Rafel's heart sank with a thump. He looked ill, but he believed his life his would not be affected. She was so small and fragile, she thought, so she had no choice but to get sick often. Was this mindset. He stuttered involuntarily and asked the senator.
“All right, is there any other way? Whether it's foreign medicine or surgery…….”
The attending physician shook his head with a dark expression on his face.
“You don't have much time left. It will be two years at most. Please…… Please be nice to my ma'am.”
Lafel was speechless to the attending physician like a mute who had eaten honey.No, I couldn't the moment she heard those words, her breath her stopped.
