Chapter 198 – 19. Henrietta of Kyoyo (8)
Kwok, her nose bone was about to be broken, and her face buried in her pillow suffered from a feeling of suffocation. Her body stretched naked on her bed, squeezing her large breasts nicely while sticking out her buttocks as if to show off her lusciously wide hips.
Its tall shape was the type of easy delivery that many males dream of. After that, Rom, who felt sexual desire to the fullest, gently stroked her red and swollen buttocks to soothe her. She pushed her glans in, enjoying the stiff erect muscles and goose bumps on her skin.
Henrietta, who felt a strange pleasure in her flinching and her own fall, gripped her bedspread with her slender hands. When her lower belly, hot like boiling lava, tried to pierce her vagina, which had been forbidden for more than ten years, she trembled with half fear and half anticipation.
In the pitch black darkness, his brisk breath dug into the pillowcase and spread hazy. All I could feel in my dizzy mind was my excited body. That’s why the guilt of not stopping things to this point came to a corner of her mind.
But pleasure, the long-forgotten joy of a woman.
Furthermore, the Duchess, who felt that she was born to be completely trampled under males like the annihilation of a cockhouse and a bitch, yearned even more fervently. Her whole body trembled and moved as the snake-like phallus began to subdue me as it cut through the cleft with her glans.
Her voice, which was often shot with a ka-rang-ka-rang, made her gurgling and groaning.
Perhaps because of her thick thickness, sweat formed on her skin just by entering the length of her finger. The bedspread she was holding in her hand tugged at him with such force that it would tear. But mischievous Rom had no intention of putting the female I was about to humiliate at ease.
So snug and snug.
He dug into the wrinkly wrinkles at once and immediately tapped the cervix. With tenacious foreplay, he shot down the sanctuary, which had fled far away, and awakened it. He hit the tightly closed door with his cock, which was less than half full, and made him howl.
Viciously and violently, like when she raped Orianne, her sister.
Even when he was a bottom article, he even used slang and swear words that he hadn’t mentioned in his mouth. The buttocks, which were full of flesh, required considerable length when inserted backwards as much as they were voluptuous, but Rome conquered the part that even Henrietta’s husband couldn’t reach so easily.
In addition, there were more parts that did not enter the stiff erection. So the baron continued to press the duchess’ cervix with his weight. Each time I didn’t know what to do with her, I enjoyed her struggle and controlled it by holding a handful of her gorgeous purple hair.
Breathing, an act directly related to life.
It is never easy to make people ask for permission after depriving them of their natural rights. Nevertheless, Rom pushed it with his superior masculinity and made it possible. Occasionally, I grabbed the back of my bitch who struggled and squeezed it while stabbing at her weak point.
Whoops, whoops.
Squeak, sizzle.
Cuckoo, Cuckoo.
The gentle and sweet movement clearly engraved the shape of the vicious cock. Henrietta, who had been really fucked up, forcibly buried her face in her pillow and gasped. She repeated her previous steps until she got a little used to things the size of which she couldn’t hold all, no matter how deep into her vagina.
Whoops, whoops.
Squeak, sizzle.
Cuckoo, Cuckoo.
The Duchess’s cunt, so cramped and dense, gradually became dedicated to one person. She was taken over by a male who was not her husband and turned into an unsightly figure. She shuddered and shook her hips gently, wanting to breathe a little deeper.
Whoops, whoops.
Squeak, sizzle.
Cuckoo, Cuckoo.
Now, Henrietta LeBlanc’s reason has completely evaporated. She felt it eagerly, becoming a beast marinated in the pleasure that Rom gives her. In the end, the baron, who had stopped moving in an attempt to get rid of even the psychological refuge, scolded him to move, and he did so.
Sizzle, squeak.
Small fruits such as apples and peaches shook. It even swayed back and forth like a wave in a voluptuous shape. After that, the male, standing comfortably, slapped his cheeky cheeks one after another.
Move it, bitch.
Didn’t even give me a moment to rest. While sharing the same pleasure, they transferred all the labor to obtain it. Just as if to patronize her, I let go of her hair and slightly relaxed the grip on the nape of her neck. Then the lady, who took a deep breath, barely nodded.
She pretended to be a bitch while barking at the swirling sensuality in her head. When the question suddenly came to mind that such an act was not shameful as a member of a higher rank, he devoted himself to forgetting it all the more. After going through the self-justification process of saying it’s okay because it’s a daily limited owner.
I didn’t fight, I didn’t resist, I put my thoughts down.
Hot breaths and moans were blown into the cozy and quiet interior. He slammed his forehead into the pillow, letting loose purple hair sway. She braced herself with her arms beside him, imprinting on him that what he needs is not a brain that can think, but a body that just needs to be shaped.
Splatter, squeak.
Squeak, squeaky, squeaky.
Crack, clap, clap.
The first ejaculation began around the time the red, swollen buttocks were tingling. He placed her glans on her cervix and grabbed Henrietta’s shoulders as if to inject it. So she lifted her upper body and hugged her.
He strangled her neck with her right arm. Her left arm squeezed her breasts and twisted her nipples. The Duchess, red with blood rushing to her pretty face, rolled her eyes. As the dim fireside flickered and she was about to faint, she felt a surge of energy.
Crying, gurgling.
The red-black cock vomited pure white cum. Even the male husband who became her husband poured a lot of seeds into the womb that had never been properly enjoyed. Then, even after the overflowing amount penetrated between the wrinkles in the vagina, I enjoyed the sight of the excess dripping down.
The owner was somehow satisfied, and the female was extremely ecstatic.
I didn’t know how black the cum that clung to the preheated nursery was. Once they clung to each other, they seldom thought about leaving, giving the female a special sense of fulfillment. It was a feeling that was felt only when the reason for existence was fulfilled as a pleasure based on instinct.
The joy of becoming the spoils of a dignified man and being chosen as a girl who will leave that gene behind.
What do you mean if you’re a lowly fucking bitch? Even if it’s just a cock drip tray that’s meant to be used, its value varies depending on the owner. Therefore, Henrietta was a woman of more value than any other woman, even as a tool stripped of her personality.
In this way, she was able to receive a lot of the seeds of excellent men into her body.
Of course, the desperate baron was not a male who could be satisfied with just one ejaculation. He wanted to enjoy a greater pleasure before her afterglow wore off. So she lifted the happy Duchess in her arms and rose from her bed.
Whoop, whoop, whoop, whoop.
Even so, I slit open the cunt that had been cramped to hold my cum and, while still standing, fucked it into her cervix. She treated Henrietta as a tool for her masturbation.
It was a position that could not be performed without confidence in strength and balance. Still, Rom managed to turn the Duchess into a portable cockpit. After supporting his lower body by hanging both arms on his hamstrings, he put a pod on the back of his back with his free hand. He fastened it so tightly that he could not dare to escape.
Then, of course, he ate it. He thumped his wrinkled cunt like a stallion, making a couple of cum-packs. Once he turned backwards and committed offense, and once he turned forward and committed offense. And he opened his mouth again and spat.
I don’t know how many hours have passed. I’m pretty sure it’s only about half a day.
However, at that moment, if it was short and if it was long, it was long, Henrietta LeBlanc was perfectly tamed. She became her bitch after Rom’s taste and etched her many rules into her bones. She started as a junior position, then a standing position, a side position, a riding position, and even a top position.
Adding to her exaggeration, her belly would bulge out.
Even then, she couldn’t keep it in her womb any longer, so she directed the overflowing cum to another place. She took it over and over again. It’s not too thick, but it’s so vibrating that it’s so intoxicating because I tasted it every now and then.
Sometimes it was placed on the top of her head, giving her shiny purple hair a whitish color.
Sometimes it got on her face, leaving her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and even her lips wet.
Sometimes she was forced to take it on her tongue and drink it like wine.
She sometimes gets it down her throat and fills her stomach so much that she doesn’t need a meal.
Where was it? It was common for her to take it with both hands and drink it or wrap it around her erect muscle and let it pool. He went back to the top of his head and soaked every strand of his long, wine-colored hair in white cum.
Because the spring of the beautiful east coast was insulted with the momentum to let the whole world know that it was nothing more than a cock drip tray for the baron.
It was paint, so to speak. It was the process of redecorating the duchess, who was dripping with nobility, into a humble cockhouse. The drunken commotion was noisy and irreversible, but that was the case. In any case, Henrietta was left with an unforgettable experience for the rest of her life.
As much as I hate to admit it, she suffered defeat for the first time in her life.
Even that was the result of luck. Perhaps because of his drunkenness, the baron, feeling thirsty during the intermission of an affair, mistook the bottle of distilled liquor that his wife sometimes sips for a kettle and gulped it down. Only then did I spread myself out on the bed and fall asleep, distracted by the rumbling sky.
The battle of dragonflies ended with that. After competing, the bitch was given an hour to groom herself. I didn’t have the confidence to move to the bathroom with my trembling legs, so I sat down and adjusted my breathing.
And conflicted
The Duke of LeBlanc desperately needs the weakness of Baron Ardennes. So, if she was called the queen of society, she should have been willing to take advantage of even this misfortune. If she adjusts her appearance a bit and goes out to find someone, the situation is over.
There is no doubt that he will have a clear advantage in the future war.
But Henrietta didn’t. She glanced at her rom, almost fainting, with strange eyes, then turned her head away. As she wiggled her fingers, she felt resentment, shame, and some other emotion welling up in her as she lay down beside him.
It was new, but no one knew why the duchess made such a choice.
… Maybe.
