Chapter 217 – 21. Henrietta of the Corruption (7)
Winter mansion.
Despite the harsh northern environment, the room designed for tryst was cozy. A very calm atmosphere lingered in the room, while the melody of a stringed instrument leisurely plucked from a magical power recorder placed in one corner of the room.
The calm but steady fire in the fireplace, the lukewarm breath from body heat, the sound of squeaking a wet throat, and even the steady selling and grooming.
The woman, not clothed in a single thread, knelt down and held her hands behind her back. She was bouncing back and forth behind her sheep, which had become her tools, with her golden hair caught on it like a ripe, bountiful sheaf of rice. Her lips were pursed inward, covering her teeth and devoting herself to not brushing them.
“Don’t breathe, Oriane.”
“Whoops, whoops…”
“Every time I exhale, it tickles me, and it kills my mood.”
She was already a woman pushed to her limits. Still, as if her faithful wife had to follow her husband’s orders, she entrusted everything to Rom, who played with her body like a toy. Even after the rest of her face was red and her eyes were bloodshot from her lack of breathing, she struggled to put on a smiley face.
“That’s right, now it’s a bit useful.”
The tearful appearance stimulated her sadism and desire to conquer. The madness of giving up even her life for a moment of her pleasure was so lovely. It was a relationship that could only be established between lovers or couples who believed in each other.
Her crotch, her mouthwatering lubrication, her penis, which invaded her esophagus beyond her uvula, trampled on her all the way.
With her noble status, she used her wife, who would have only had good things in her mouth all her life, as easily and conveniently as her prostitute. She was unilaterally exploited only for her own pleasure. And yet, in her ecstasy, she mocked her bewildered wife.
“It’s like an irredeemable slut.”
“Umm, soooook…”
As the tip of her tongue licked the bottom of her glans intensively, she began to feel the urge to ejaculate. She wanted to finish her off in a nice way, as much as she had been harassing her for an hour without letting go. And Oriane must have understood how Rom felt, stopping her mouth and teasing her.
She went further and glared at her husband with her sullen eyes.
Her arms were still behind her back, but her earnest demeanor seemed to have changed people. It also reminded her of her snobbish older sister, Henrietta LeBlanc.
Then, what if the two sisters of Aquitaine were not only similar in appearance and inner compatibility, but even their unique personalities were similar and fiercely rebelled? How thrilling would it be to suppress it with skill and eventually make it obey?
Role play is always fun. Especially if you are close enough to not have to ask for understanding and understand the other person. So Rome soon understood Oriane’s intentions. Back in her years, she realized that she wanted to go back to the second time she had appeared before him.
Like a sensual novel that is a precious memory only for the two of you.
For the next few minutes, the two were not a couple. He was the cornered wife of a Marquis and a wandering knight with a rough and bad behavior. She was a man and a woman who had not simply lifted her skirt up, but had mixed her bodies at the end of cowardly and heinous intimidation.
“You have to open your eyes beautifully”
Rom patted her cheek with her thick hand, and his brain flashed. The more she did, the more Oriane behaved like a woman who didn’t want to forget her disgraced feelings. Of course, on the inside, I was expressing great joy at the fulfillment of my sexual fantasies.
“Where is a bitch who is used as a jism duct open her eyes to being arrogant?”
Come. Before her wife could even say that in her mind, her baron, who had caught the lock of her hair that she had been holding on to, gave her strength. She was violently playing with Oriane’s face as a plaything, to the extent that she could be described as ruthless.
Squeeze, squeak, squeak, squeak.
A strange, pleasant sound resonated deep in the room. The sensation of pleasure reached its peak as the damp and cramped throat tightened. The sight of the wife chomping down on her tears stinging her eyes was a spice incomparable to anything else.
“Don’t spill a single drop.”
Crying, a thick, solid mass poured out of the erect penis. It was so sticky that it stuck like waterweed and didn’t come off with the momentum to bond the mouth and esophagus. The circumstance that lasted for several tens of seconds swelled Oriane’s stomach like that.
Like that vulgar and degrading expression of a jizz duct.
A few sips went down the esophagus. Even so, the wife had to inflate her cheeks cutely and hold her precariously overflowing semen. In the meantime, she placed her thing on Oriane’s forehead, lightly ran it over her pillars, and adorned the darkest ones between her brows. Drip tuk, to flow down the back of the nose.
“It is as you say. It must be difficult to find makeup that suits you as much as this one, right?”
To Rome who smiled gleefully, the wife tilted her head back and gently opened her mouth to do her part. Cum flowed into it, suggesting that she had done her duty.
And in that moment, smart.
It wasn’t a coincidence, but exquisitely, the Duchess knocked on the door after an hour of dressing up. She shouldn’t have been seen with Oriane, given that the hints she’d hung up on had been broken.
It was a rather embarrassing situation, but Baron Ardenne and Lady Lemoang were now on the verge of a crisis.
Rom spat, not forgetting to finish. Oriane gulped down the saliva and cum that spat into her mouth. I took my time until I could see the empty pink mouth and uvula with the naked eye, and then I came up with a way to break through with a few glances and a word.
“Good job, Ashka.”
“Aha… !”
“You know what I mean?”
Oriane lifted herself up with a strange smile. She picked up her pendulum, which she had thrown away, and her necklace, and she went out to greet her guest.
Smart, smart
And profit.
In her impatience, Henrietta knocked on the closed door, and soon opened her eyes wide. She was surprised by the appearance of a person she never wanted to face, but soon realized that she was doing lewd things with her naked body, which shocked her.
“Oh, is it Orian?”
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
Tsar Ruk, the Lady of the Marquis, who had stretched out the pendulum necklace, waved it again against her older sister.
“Tada, this is the last time.”
* * *
A minute later, the beautifully dressed Duchess knocked on the door again.
And then, Orianne, who appeared from inside the bedroom, looked at Henrietta, who opened her eyes wide because of her me, and said.
“Henrietta, sorry to have kept you waiting.”
Unlike her daughter, she is a dancer I have never seen before. Mrs. Baek, who changed such Ashka, imitated her look exactly like her.
My sister would see herself now as a foreign beauty with curly black hair and deep gray eyes.
‘What is this smell?’
Of course, Oriane’s mouth still had a curl of hair on it. It would not be difficult to intuit what was happening here because a while ago, she had buried her face between her husband’s crotch and treated her throat like a woman’s genital organ, and her clothes were completely naked.
‘No way…’
Henrietta frowned at her. She felt the smell of chestnut flowers vibrate from a woman she never thought was her sister. Immediately after, she spoke in a displeased voice, as if trying to take the initiative, befitting her pompous and shrewd personality.
“Baron, what are you doing now?”
The Duchess, who entered the room with a presumptuous attitude, quietly closed the door, glanced at Ashka, who had followed her, and then fiercely glared at Rome, who was sipping wine from a glass at her window.
“You are wrong. The premise was that no one would know that we were meeting. What the hell is this woman?”
She did so without even dreaming that she was hypnotized.
“What can you expect from a man who can’t even keep his own words? I want to go back! I won’t play into the hands of a rogue like you anymore!”
It was the moment when Henrietta screamed and tried to turn her back. After sipping another sip of her wine, Rom tilted her head as if saying something incomprehensible. Subsequently, behind the Duchess, she graciously airlifted and asked her line slave.
“Ashka, were you a human?”
Oriane wiggled her hand against hers. Thrilling at the pleasure running down her spine, she replied immediately. She is equipped with common sense and culture, and she speaks again and again that would scare anyone, as if the nine dancers and my older sister should soon become a group of fuckers who can give such excellent answers.
“No, Ashka is nothing more than a bucket of cum for your master to use.”
“What were you doing just a moment ago?”
“To the female subject, I gave pleasure on behalf of the late bitch at the promised time. I served by holding the master’s dignified cock beyond my lips and up to my throat. As punishment for not being able to absorb all of the cum that was pleasantly packed, I took a vulgar stance and was fucked until I was angry.”
Henrietta was stunned. She was a great performer, like an actress in the Royal Theater. While she was afraid of not knowing how she had reduced a normal woman to this level, Oriane gently bit her lip and called for pleasure inside her.
‘Ah, declaring a fucking house in front of my sister…’
While she feels similar to when she reached her climax.
‘This may be one of the most pleasant moments in my life…’
I waited for her husband’s follow-up.
“Go back to the basement. I’ll make up for it later, so be prepared.”
“Thank you for your mercy as always, Master.”
Lynn Oriane bowed her head politely as if she had waited while listening to Rome’s orders, and left her room. She didn’t care if she ran into anyone, shocking her sister who didn’t recognize her until the end.
‘See you later, Mr. Seo.’
‘I’m going to see Lucienne. I don’t know if I’ll call again, and I’d like to know your situation.’
‘Yes, yes.’
Her sister exited the intersection and entered. It was finally time.
“Don’t worry, Henrietta.”
“Don’t call me friendly.”
“Ah, I will keep that in mind. Even half words are lovely.”
The baron, concentrating on the Duchess in a deft manner, approached quietly, revealing his true nature.
Then, startled, she reflexively raised one of her hands and said to the nervous woman.
“Keep in mind, though.”
“What, what?”
“I am a man who keeps his promises.”
LeBlanc’s Madame Henrietta.
“Therefore…”
You are the only one left to fall.
“Tonight, you will be mine.”
It is a time of real depravity.
