Chapter 696 – Ejaculation Management IV (1) [Lauren De Farwen]
The words of the root of the vine began to linger in my mouth. Marey drank a cup of tea from the vine roots after the violin was tuned and stood up. When asked about the cost of the tuning, she declined, threatening to give up as it was included in the original price and that she would never come again if I gave her anything.
He followed her to the front of the store and sent off Marey by patting her on the back with a hand so large that it was far from her short stature. A carriage moved in front of Marey, who was about to leave the plaza with one hand in his hand, forgetting to put the violin into the space, and stopped right in front of his nose.
It was Lauren’s carriage that I was not familiar with anymore, but felt familiar with it. When the carriage door opened, Marey stepped inside as expected. Inside the wagon, which was much wider than she could see from the outside, Lauren was looking out of her window with her chin resting on her chin.
Seeing the long black gloves she was wearing, Marei felt her lower body swell. I vividly remembered the feeling when that hand gently bent my penis, and the impulse that I wanted to commit was a female rather than thinking that the existence in front of me was a dragon, the head of the academy, Balter’s governor, or Ravella’s grandmother.
“…How are you?”
At Marey’s greeting, Lauren tilted her head and nodded her head lightly. A dress that cuts her chest so much that she doesn’t know where to put her eyes. Turning her gaze, Marei bowed her head at the hem of a black dress mixed with purple that parted as far as her silence followed.
“Are you practicing the violin properly?”
Lauren’s gaze contained the violin case Marey was holding. Marey got the absurd feeling that she was about to be taken away, and as she held her case, she involuntarily nodded her head.
Lauren looked at Marey without saying anything. Those purple eyes of hers were very similar to Ravela’s, but at the corners of her stubborn eyes, Marey lowered her head as if avoiding her gaze.
Startled, she couldn’t answer, only nodding her head. She was afraid that the stern Lauren would scold her, but she said nothing.
“I want to hear it once. Try playing.”
At Lauren’s sudden order, Marey took out the violin more hurriedly than the head of the Duke of Parwen, as if taken aback.
“There is no need to rush.”
“Four… !”
Marey’s answer gave Lauren a small smile. I was in a very good mood today. Marey started playing the violin at the sight of Lauren lying on the seat with her legs on the seat.
The love the vine root spoke of kept coming to mind. She knew the flow of the song, even the notes. But what should I put here? What can I put in to call it love? Marais plucked the strings slowly, watching Lauren lay with her expectations in front of her eyes.
There was nothing on her firm thighs and her white silence followed that could be seen sneaking through. The hem of the dress was covering the pubic area. Marey felt a throbbing sensation and tightened her hand holding her bow.
Lauren’s sleepy-looking eyes widened. Marey continued her performance, looking into Lauren’s eyes. She caught her overbearing expression, her imposing eyes, her pointed nose, and her lips uttering vitriol in her eyes. She looked at her white neck, and at her collarbone she wanted to leave a mark of her kiss. And she caught her eyes on her delicious-looking breasts, which were bigger than Labella.
As her gaze slowly began to descend, and reached her lower abdomen, where her navel was located.
“Stop.”
Lauren opened her mouth. Marey let go of the bow from her violin and let out a rough breath. She had even forgotten to breathe. Sweat was slowly seeping from her body, as if complaining of her fatigue.
“You mixed a lot of technique with a subject that lacked the basics.”
Marey lowered her head in shame at Lauren’s harsh evaluation. She gave the vine roots a decent rating, but she still seemed to fall far short of Lauren. She certainly had neglected her practice.
The time for exam study, swordsmanship, and performance practice was overwhelmingly insufficient compared to the grueling orgy named ‘Baby Making Study’.
It’s inexcusable, because most of them were attacked by Marey without being able to resist the temptations of the older sisters…
I had a good trip in front of the front door. After a kiss, my mother rubbing my pants, the temptation of my mother, coming into the bathroom and rubbing shampoo on my chest so much that it foamed up, and then rubbing my body here and there like a towel to help me wash it off, or the start of class or A homeroom teacher who begs to have sex after it’s over, or a married woman teacher Soo-in who is actively involved in adultery sex even though she says no…
“Come here.”
At Lauren’s words, Marey suddenly came to her senses. The young boy, reminiscent of a small animal, cautiously approached the lioness, who seemed capable of swallowing him in one bite.
“More.”
Even though she was already close enough, Lauren told her to come closer. Marey narrowed her down to less than one step.
“More.”
Marey moved forward just a little bit, just a few inches.
“More.”
Lauren said with a soft laugh. Marey was able to touch her seat, and she stood in front of the seat where Lauren was leaning against her. Lauren slowly got up. Marai swallowed her dry saliva unconsciously at the sight of her huge breasts swaying so that she could be seen swaying.
“Are you excited?”
When Lauren saw Marey’s pants bulging out, she asked. Marai answered in a small voice that seemed to be dying.
“Sorry.”
Without a word, Lauren gazed at the outline of a penis pitifully abusing her underpants and pants, then lifted her head with her smirk.
“Sit down.”
“Yes?”
In response to her sudden order to sit down, Marei asked involuntarily. Lauren frowned and let out a sigh. Unlike before, she didn’t lash out right away. Instead, she spoke again in a low voice that sounded like she was holding back.
“I was told to sit down.”
Marey looked at Lauren’s nice thighs. Are you asking me to sit there? There’s no way she could do that, so she told her to sit on the floor. Marei, who understood, sat down cautiously…
Lauren’s hand gripped Marey’s collar as she tried to sit down. Marey’s face turned pale at Lauren’s sudden action, her hand squeezing her neck.
“I can’t hear you. Where to sit Do I have to explain everything?”
Lauren’s hand, which was holding Marey’s collar, began to slowly rise. Marey hurriedly stepped on her floor and stood up from her seat, feeling her body floating. Lauren loosened her collar.
“Sit down.”
Lauren said she never said it twice. Marai thought that she could really be like this, and she carefully sat on her thigh. My body trembled involuntarily at the bouncy yet soft sensation of touching her buttocks.
“You seem to be constantly practicing the violin. When holding a bow…”
Hearing Lauren’s words from behind her, Maray leaned against her as if her tension had been relieved. At the same time, Lauren’s words stopped. Marais realized the mistake she had made and she straightened her back straight away. He heard Lauren’s laugh behind her.
“When holding a bow…”
Lauren softened her voice. Marais listened to her Lauren’s voice and she played her violin with a few corrections. It sounded softer. When she told her to play the song she had just played again, Marais moved her bow, trying to ignore the sensation of her huge breasts pushing up behind her.
“I should be able to do this for today.”
Lauren seemed moderately satisfied, she said. Marei, grateful that nothing had happened, stood up to pick up her violin case, which lay across from her. She had no choice but to sit down again in the power of her pulling something.
“Lauren… ?”
She looked back at Lauren, her hand wrapped around her own body with one arm. She still didn’t know what she was thinking. As if nothing had happened, Lauren let go of her hands that were restraining Marey. Marey again tried to lean in to pick up her violin case.
She was able to tidy up her violin as she sat on Lauren’s thigh, with her violin case carried to her feet. Lauren didn’t say anything as she put her violin in the subspace.
Is this the end of today? When a bit of regret lingered, Lauren opened her mouth first.
“Did you go home and try it?”
What are you talking about Could she possibly be talking about masturbation? Marey was about to answer something, but Lauren spoke first.
“A pitiful bastard.”
Lauren’s hand naturally began to unfasten the boy’s belt. Her clumsy, clumsy hands began to move to unbutton the pants of a young boy who was much younger, much smaller than herself.
