Chapter 596 – Ep.594 Tullius Empire
The unexpected appearance of Isolde.
Judging by the way Irina was squinting at me, it seemed like the employees were good at keeping secrets. Of course, she was probably not out of loyalty but rather fearful of what would happen if she was found out.
“However… What makes you uncomfortable? “Your complexion doesn’t look good.”
“Um, not at all? Wan, that… It’s okay… ?”
Irina somehow succeeded in answering Isolde’s sharp question by squeezing her pussy.
“I don’t think it’s okay?”
“That’s right… !!”
“It’s a surprise?! “Why are you screaming like that?”
Unlike her upright upper body, Irina, who was rubbing her thighs non-stop, shouted at Isolde, who was trying to hang on, and Isolde flinched her shoulders at Irina’s yelling. She pursed her lips.
She asked because she was worried about something else, but Irina got angry so she must have been offended.
‘I’m sorry.’
Even though she was Irina, she probably didn’t mean to get angry.
Squeak, squeak.
“Ugh… Huh…”
“Look! “It’s strange.”
“Not… Gooooo!! Well, see… “D, bring me dessert quickly!!”
“Achacha. “I forgot something important.”
Isolde admitted her mistake and walked over, picking up the two plates she had placed on the cart with her own hands.
Wow!!
“S-smith…”
Isolde is gradually getting closer.
Then, Irina lowered her left hand to the bottom of the table and held onto my hand, which was stroking her pussy, which was continuously flowing out her love juices, and gave me an earnest look in her eyes.
‘Most people don’t know that looking at things that way is more counterproductive.’
Jjigeeook ♥
“Huh… !!”
“What really? “Why are you doing that?”
When Irina, biting her lip, suddenly lowered her head, Isolde, who had just set down a closed plate in front of us, wrinkled her forehead and grumbled.
“Sniff… ? Why does it smell so sweet? “You didn’t secretly bring food from another store, did you?”
“No… Yahaa?!”
“Madam?! What?”
The moment she gently stroked her plump, swollen clit with the palm of her hand, Irina’s head, which had fallen below her, suddenly rose upwards, and Isolde, who was trying to approach her, jumped behind her in surprise. Stepped back
‘It’s really tight.’
It was already a narrow virgin vagina, but ever since Isolde appeared, Irina’s vagina has been clenching around my middle finger with its curved vaginal walls, and her drool has been flowing non-stop.
“I wish I could show you the dessert first.”
“Ah! Yes yes! Sorry.”
As soon as I spoke to her, Isolde completely took her mind off Irina. Looking at me, she lifted the lid on her plate.
The lid disappeared and what was revealed was vanilla-colored ice cream on top of a large, crunchy-looking cookie.
“This is a new dessert that I created after a year of research to target male customers.”
Squeak, squeak.
“Tsk…”
While my eyes and ears were focused on Isolde, I did not forget to shape Irina’s middle finger into a hook and slowly scratch Irina’s wet and moist pussy so as not to forget her original purpose.
“First of all, what’s underneath are almonds and chocolate. And cookies filled with butter and topped with milk, sugar, and eggs. And it’s a new dessert made with my own secret ingredients.”
“What is your name?”
“Haha, I haven’t decided on that yet.”
“Did you say Isolde?”
“Yes!! “It’s called Isolde!!”
Isolde swallows her saliva with sparkling eyes.
I said to Iseult, teasing Irina by moving her hand between her crotch, tapping it with her strong thighs, and opening and closing Irina’s plump labia, which began to move her buttocks little by little.
“If it’s okay, may I suggest a name after the tasting?”
“Oh oh!! “Of course!!”
“Then, please explain how to eat it.”
“Oh, if you leave it on for a long time, what you put on top will melt, but before that, scoop about half of it with a spoon and moisten the cookie with the rest, then scoop it out like you would spooning soup.”
“Right.”
Fortunately, it was possible to eat with one hand, so I held the spoon with her playing hand and scooped up her ice cream with a spoon while pressing once on Irina’s pussy hole, which was gradually starting to contract and relax faster.
Pewut──!!
“Clothes… ♥”
Irina clenches both her thighs and bends her back like a shrimp.
I lightly squirted into her palm and smacked it against her pussy again and put the scooped up ice cream into her mouth.
‘I really want to hire you.’
Instead of the vanilla scent, the acacia scent spread throughout my mouth, and the unique sweetness and softness of the ice cream made my tongue happy.
“It’s so delicious that I would come here and eat it every day if I had time.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded at Isolde, who asked me a question with a purely thrilled face, and scooped up the ice cream again and put it in my mouth.
“I assure you that not only men but also women will like it. “It will be very popular, especially in the summer.”
“Yes, that’s right!! It was originally a dessert made for summer… “A special guest came and we prepared it.”
“I’m very satisfied.”
I smiled softly and then scooped up Irina’s ice cream, which was slowly melting. He then spoke to Irina, who was lowering her head and trying her best not to shake her upper body.
“Irina. “Take a bite.”
“It’s okay…”
“Hurry. “Hold your head up.”
“Uh, hmm… ♥”
The tablecloth barely covered her thighs, leaving only her pussy hair exposed.
Now, the chair and tablecloth down there are soaked with the slobber from her lustful cock-craving pussy, so it’s quite damp.
“Now, ah.”
“Ahhh… Haup…”
Staring at me with eyes that seemed ready to explode at any moment, I put a spoon full of ice cream into Irina’s open mouth and at the same time pressed down on her swollen clit with my thumb.
“Hmm… ?!”
Irina raises her buttocks high, which they cannot see, while making a lewd moan.
“It looks like you really liked it.”
“Yes… Joe, okay… ♥”
She looked at me once again with her earnest gaze asking me to stop here, but I responded with a neat smile and moved the spoon.
“Come on, I’ll feed you.”
“Ah… Ah…”
I once again put ice cream into Irina’s mouth as she looked at me with a mixture of pleasure and fear in her eyes.
Jjilkkeoeok──!!
“Sigh!!”
At the same time, she pulled out her middle finger, as if scraping away the rough wrinkles from her pussy.
“Is it too cold? “It’s still delicious, right?”
“Uh, huh…”
Unlike the upper body, which is rigid, it falls off the chair and falls back on again and again. Her lower body briefly emitting a tide.
Isolde glared at Irina with a very subtle gaze, but because her tablecloth was so thick and large, the obscene noises going on beneath her luckily did not escape, so she seemed not to have noticed it yet.
Then, I fed Irina’s mouth with her own ice cream, one by one, and at the same time, I poked her pussy hole, scratched her, and teased her clit.
“If I knew you would like it so much, I would have let you taste it right away. “I will definitely let Sir Irina taste the next new menu first.”
“Uh, huh… They say… ♥”
When Isolde didn’t seem to notice at all, Irina stopped pushing and had the audacity to open her crotch wide, which had been closed to block her hand.
“Hmm… “And Lord Smith?”
Squeak, squeak, squeak──!!
“… !!”
When he started prodding her pussy with his middle finger roughly, as if completely scraping away her inner skin, unlike before, which had been soft as if he was just gently stimulating her, Irina bit her lip tightly and lowered her head again.
“Ah, is this the name?”
“That’s right!!”
“Ice cream. “How is it?”
“Ice… Ice… Do you think it’s okay? “Something strangely sticks to her mouth.”
“I’m glad you like it. And all the dishes presented today were very delicious. “I feel like I want to make him my personal chef.”
“Ah… Well, you can’t give up the restaurant…”
“If anyone hears it, they’ll think they’re trying to take you by force.”
Haha…”
Isolde, who was eating a bowl of kimchi soup, smiled shyly at my answer and scratched the back of her head.
And.
“Wow… ♥”
A suppressed moan flowed from Irina’s mouth as she completely buried her head on the table, followed by a strong contraction of her stretched out pussy as she bit her finger.
Pushuuut, pyuutut──!!
It started spewing cool hot water towards my palm.
Pew, pew!! Pushuuut──!!
The tide keeps gushing out without stopping, to the point where it feels worth the long pause.
“Clothes, that’s it♥”
“…”
“…”
Irina’s face finally started to turn red as her head fell on the table and her body trembled, and her eyes became suspiciously dark.
Slap!
“Ugh… ?!”
Pewuuut!!
As if to show off, I lightly hit Irina’s pussy with the palm of her hand, and the tide that had finally stopped came out once again, drenching her surroundings.
“Isolde.”
“… To? Oh, yes, yes?!”
Isolde, who was staring at Irina with her eyes filled with emotions such as shame, surprise, and envy, suddenly looked this way, her body trembling.
“Could you call her carriage?”
“Damn, carriage… Yes yes!!”
As a restaurant owner, she was quick-witted and quickly left the special room with her employees, pulling a cart.
It’s okay.
“Ugh… ♥”
Irina’s body shuddered once more as she pulled her fingers out of her spasming pussy.
I roughly wiped my wet hands on the floor and then slowly straightened Irina’s waist, which was bent like a shrimp.
Then, while admiring her now amazing face, she took out the handkerchief she always carried with her and wiped away her love juices by dabbing her wet, twitching pussy.
“Chae, I’m responsible… Ugh…”
“What responsibility?”
“Ssi, huh ♥”
Irina, glaring at me with her slightly open eyes, rubbed her clit with her handkerchief and immediately threw her head back, making her barely cleaned pussy wet again.
I gently placed my forehead against her heated forehead and asked her while looking into her slightly trembling brown eyes.
“It was good, right?”
“…”
Irina didn’t answer.
Instead.
“All right, come again next time…” …”
I just offered one more meal.
