Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 220

Chapter 220 – 21. Henrietta of Fall (Complete)

Her sister’s body is very similar.

So, taking the glans into the wet gap, Rome met her entrance by moving only his waist. When her unusually large object of hers pierced the space that had not accepted her man for so long, she struggled to restrain her.

“Yeah, well…”

The Duchess trembled after spitting out an involuntary high-pitched cry. She shook her head like a shy girl, and with actions instead of words told her not to bother him anymore.

“Relieve your body.”

“Ugh, yes…”

The woman’s long breath blew out. Even though she was so excited, she still felt strongly lukewarm. However, it wasn’t because her heightened ecstasy gradually declined, but rather because her body was hotter than that.

“I’m going in.”

Henrietta, who mumbled not knowing what to say, nodded. Then she opened her mouth again as she thought it was not right to leave everything as it is. She looked at her again and again, but for now, she seemed to think it was okay, so she shuddered.

“Welcome, Dad…”

Her Baron was real. He was an existence on a different level from the idiots who approached unqualified subjects only by targeting their own bodies. He was a truly supportive man.

So, the queen of society, the proud and high-nosed duchess, the woman who brought spring to the East, Henrietta of Aquitaine became more and more aggressive. With a sultry expression on her face, she stuck out her tongue and begged this poor girl to be kind to her.

Soon after, Suwook.

A snake-like phallus penetrated the cramped woman’s body. I turned her prison gate into a vulva and ended up dropping it into a fleshy hole for my own pleasure. She furiously pursued the winding road and her womb, which fled as high as it could, in a frenzy of sensuality.

“Kyaaaaa… !”

And knocked.

He thumped as if scolding the femininity for not welcoming him. With that ferocious spirit, things that were deeply imprinted in her mind were brought to mind one by one. Lucienne saw her hand first, and Orianne followed her, recalling her memory of discipline with her cue attached.

“Breathe slowly.”

Slaves, livestock, and fuckhouses.

“If it’s difficult, think of it as a pretty smile.”

That that was my true nature.

“Oh, like this… ?”

How lustful is the appearance of a female smiling brightly with a grungy face. The eyes through the blindfold no longer had the same sense of resistance as before. There is only the gaze that gets wet in the waves of envy, frighteningly fast.

“Yes, because panting too much can cause you to faint and be dangerous.”

“Yes, Dad…”

How wonderful was Oriane’s pleasure in her body. How else would Henrietta, who resembles her, be like her? He is a baron who wants to go round and round even if he is disgusted with the wrinkles in his vagina.

“Hehe, hot, phew.”

“Right.”

“Whoa, haaa…”

Still, he did not move easily. Even though the shape is blunt, I waited patiently until I got used to the size of the erect object, in case it would scratch it.

“You’re doing great. It just feels like that.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“I’m not saying don’t be engrossed. I’m not going to let you relax anyway. It’s good to enjoy it as long as possible. It would be better to be together than alone.”

How can a man be so kind? It was clear that Henrietta’s life, which was covered with dark clouds like fog, had been wiped out as of today. Because she has finally found her place to lean. This man here was my savior in the agony of loneliness.

Baron Ardennes, Romuald.

The rigid body was gently relaxed. She boasted of a woman’s body as warm as a gentle whisper and humbly accepted the phallus that stabbed me. At this moment, she welcomed it while realizing that her only value was in being stuck.

“It is about time.”

“Whoa, whoa…”

“Don’t stop now. No matter how much I cry and beg.”

“Oooh, ha ha…”

Fear and anticipation mixed. Realizing that Henrietta, who had shed her tears, tried to move her arms that held her, but was bound by her strength, she begged.

“Let me hold your hand.”

“Good.”

It was a consideration she hadn’t felt when being raped by a drunken baron. She groaned as she squeezed her thick fingers tightly between her slender ones. At least, she only made her position easier with a bit of freedom.

It was good though.

Moving her arms might have been easier, but getting out of his grasp was harder.

“Wow, please…”

“Is that an order from the Duchess?”

“Gwi, as a cute daughter-in-law…”

“Well, I do feel that I am being cocky.”

A mischievous temper goes nowhere. There were times when I didn’t really like that kind of behavior. But now Henrietta knows. It’s his way of chastising a cheeky girl like me in a euphemistic tone.

“Everyone, your loyal…”

If you yell at me, I’m afraid you’ll hurt my heart.

“Daughter bitch, yes, bitch bitch…”

To care for me that much.

“A lot, please be nice…”

It was not a satisfactory begging because I was worried like a virgin. However, in Rome’s view, it was after all the qualities necessary for the fall of the Duchess were equipped.

Phew, woo-wook.

He put his body forward and pressed down on the cervix at once. He put his weight on it with such force as to crush it and drove Henrietta into a corner in an instant.

“Kyaaaaa… !”

Making a squeak, groaning sound.

“Haaaaa… !”

It was repeated simply and ignorantly. I did so until I was satisfied with the violent and friendly paradox. And even without artificial means like brainwashing through hypnosis, females whose temperament was bloomed by ROM reached an endless climax.

“Whoa, hot, haha… !”

‘I’m a slave girl.’

Snug, sizzle.

“Heuuuuu… !”

‘She’s a bitch, she’s a bitch, and she’s a cum-draining bitch.’

Snug, sizzle.

“Open your mouth, let me spit.”

‘Baron Romuald of Ardennes is like my father.’

“Yes hehe…”

‘He is my other dad. As the expression says, a father is a person who should be served as a family father in the future.’

Squeeze, squeak.

“Smile, frown.”

“I love you, hehe, Dad…”

“West.”

“Daddy, it’s Seobangni, Dad is Seobangni…”

Whoop, whoop, whoop.

‘You have to serve him like a god. I’m grateful for the fact that you consider a young girl like me as your daughter. They let me live, let me breathe, spit on me, even insult me.’

“Remember, you are mine.”

‘Rom-nim, Rom dad, Rom West, Rom owner.’

Stew, stew, stew

“Tell me who you are too.”

“Yeah, hehe, Daddy’s cute cum-draining daughter… !”

Whoop, whoop, whoop.

“Seobang-nim’s boredom, woohoo, haa, with the status of a duchess, exists to be eaten… !”

Get permission for every action. Even to what exists. Like the birds of the morning, chirp and chirp. Become a slave who rejoices even in receiving corporal punishment. Accept the given mission with honor, enduring even vulgarity like a cheap prostitute.

“Tell me, I will give you everything.”

“Give it, give it, give it all… !”

It should be a year where you can vent your anger by getting slapped on the cheek and butt. It should be a year that can be eye candy with pretty and fine gestures.

“Don’t forget to flirt.”

“Yeah, hehe…”

Hair should always be grown and neatly trimmed.

Demeanor, you should always be careful like a bitch who will be buried under his feet.

But we must not forget the shallowness.

‘I was born to be conquered…’

The value of my spark of life is less than the momentary joy he will feel.

‘It’s okay if you can’t breathe. It’s okay to lose what you have. I don’t mind being trampled on.’

Not a duchess It’s a bitch fuck house. It’s a cum receiver that carefully licks every last drop of the baron’s cum.

The birth of a king’s daughter-in-law, the title of a duchess, the status of a socialite queen, and even the honor of an eastern spring.

‘I am yours…’

Henrietta since birth.

‘A year to be used for you…’

The meaning of existence.

‘To receive cum from Rom Dad, Rom West, and Rom’s owner…’

What makeup suits you the most?

‘Daddy’s cheap jizz…’

What was in your mouth.

‘Until you swallow it, because it belongs to your father…’

What I like the most.

‘Your thick, curdled cum…’

What was received in the body.

‘Until you conceive, until you conceive, until you have children…’

Henrietta, who rolled her eyes, panted unsightly. She collapsed completely, sticking out her tongue and sucking her breath like a bitch. Every time she pricked me and conquered me, she accepted the memories of discipline that popped up in her head one by one.

‘Princess? No…’

She is a slave

‘Queen of society? I do not need…’

She is cattle

‘Eastern spring, it’s not possible…’

She’s a bitch

“Jungjeong, kyahueuk, I want to do it, whootssuk, yo…”

She said that she was constantly being violated and tasted a world like heaven. She spat it out, barely holding on to her ego that was about to fly away in the whirlpool of bliss and bliss.

“I, uh, Henrietta, haha, nothing, uhuhuh, no…”

Even that insignificant essence cannot exist without the most important thing.

“Without you, haha, haha, haha, nothing, girl…”

So unlike last night’s departure.

“That’s why, hehe, whatever, haha, I have to, uh…”

The corruption caused by the baron’s teachings was perfect.

“It’s just a bitch…”

Because the woman here was indeed the Henrietta of corruption.