Chapter 298 – 29. Bitches (8)
Maybe it was because he drank poisoned wine over and over again at the dinner party.
The baron’s reason was in a very dim state. It wasn’t the body, but the personality contained in it was half a different person because it was weak to alcohol. Moreover, the senses that have become extremely sensitive as a result of that have been combined with the insensitive mind, resulting in a strange experience.
“It feels like giving food.”
Somehow, the pleasant time passed slowly, as if it would last forever. Relatively boring moments passed by quickly, except for the time to enjoy the lingering aftertaste. Thanks to that, without even realizing it, he was having so much fun that he had three females bite his cock.
“Heru-eup, Heb-e…”
“By the way, Jjook…”
“Chu-eup, chuu-eup…”
The blood rushing to his thick and long phallus enlarged even more. Even the cracked veins in the shape of lightning struck by dark cloud weather, the viciously protruding glans like a raised mushroom cap, and the scrotum that stretched out in a pair under a thick bush were all sensitized.
“Bitches without shame.”
How much more stimulating must be the scenery in harmony with the things clinging to it from three sides. Her mother and daughter, who resembled her radiant blond hair, were rubbing her lips on either side of her. The woman with purple hair, as desirable as wine, sucked her urethra intensively and vulgarly, as if she did not want to lose to her brother.
“Hurueup, puheuuu…”
“Peck, peck…”
“Chu, puhu, chuhuu…”
In the blink of an eye, the skin covered in sticky saliva glistened. The immorality of having two ladies and a young lady kneel down and making them suck their dicks, which ordinary people wouldn’t dare to pay attention to, was truly rare foreplay.
“Lucienne? Don’t act on your own and follow your mother’s breath.”
“I’m concentrating, so shut up.”
“My daughter, Seo-Bang-nim is watching. What kind of habit is that?”
Then it happened that her mother and daughter, who had been passionately kissing her, quarreled over her trivial matter. Even if they weren’t honest or a bit distorted, they weren’t like two people who always cared for and loved each other.
“Don’t be irritating, Mommy just adjusts to my breathing.”
“Don’t you think it’s good to just do it quickly?”
“If I’m not going to do it properly, I can do it by myself, so go away. You’re doing well, why are you fighting?”
“You’re teaching me what’s lacking!”
The reason was the competitive spirit.
“Ha, look at these.”
At first, the play that started with the purpose of just raising the mood gradually caught fire and became serious. Of course, either way, from Rome’s point of view, it was an extremely reprehensible act.
“Who’s going to quarrel among you guys?”
“That, that…”
“Mom comes first… !”
It was only then that her baron, who put aside the mother and daughter who had been watching her as she hesitated, asked Henrietta, who had been faithfully fulfilling her role until then.
“Henrietta, what are you doing?”
“I’m Daddy’s bitch daughter…”
“Then how about those two years?”
“These bad assholes who don’t even know the subject and interrupt Dad’s fun time… ?”
It was the correct answer. Rom smiled contentedly and stroked his real daughter’s hair as if he were stroking it. After that, I asked the mother and daughter to open their mouths with a wink at them, grabbing my things and tapping them on the tongue full of saliva as if whipping them.
“Did you hear that, Orian?”
“Neh…”
“What did you do wrong?”
It was impressive to see water droplets bouncing around like a strange sound. She shook her head with a servile expression for a moment, then answered cautiously.
“Well, I didn’t discipline my daughter beforehand… ?”
It wasn’t. Rom grabbed Oriane’s braided hair and immediately thrust his cock down her throat. It happened so quickly that there was no time to respond.
“Open your throat, bitch.”
“Ohhh, big, puheheek…”
“Don’t breathe, your breathing isn’t important.”
“Keheueuk, Gook, Puheup…”
“Laugh, Seobang-nim is stabbing his cock, but he’s arrogantly suffering.”
“Uhhhhh…” …”
“Stand up and put her hands on top of her head. I’ll stab you until you pass out, but if you don’t make a pretty heart shape, you’ll get scolded.”
The light makeup around her eyes was messed with tears. Even so, Oriane, who was caught in one of Rom’s hands and shoved into her mouth like a tool, immediately obeyed his command.
“Oh, Henrietta, bring some rouge over there.”
“Yes, yes…”
I opened her throat and held her breath. She tried to smile, and straightened her posture on her knees. She finally raised her hands to the top of her head and made a pretty heart shape. It was a fucking promise that no matter how violently he committed it, his love and obedience to you would last forever.
So squeaky, how much did it hurt?
It was almost 3 minutes. Oriane, who was dripping frothy saliva out of her mouth, suddenly closed her eyes and collapsed. Normally, she would have looked after her circumstances in moderation, but her drunkenness was not so inclined now that her gears had knocked her out.
“Lucienne?”
“Uh? Yes…”
“I won’t ask twice, what did I do wrong?”
“Uh, my mom kindly informs me, but she just took a stand… ?”
Unfortunately, this was also the wrong answer. If it was a sane rom, it would have been over after knowing it so well and being moderately calm. After snatching her mother and even her daughter’s hair, the baron held her chin coldly.
“Squat down, tiptoe.”
“Yes, yes…”
“Place it under your tongue and hold your breath.”
Lucienne nodded, swallowing her saliva with her nervous expression evident. She squatted on tiptoe, exposing her cunt, and she placed the heart shape she had made with her hands over Rome’s cock. Her lack of cockpit made her go against the planting, but she fought hard as if she wanted to relieve her anger at least with this kind of charm.
“Don’t forget to roll your eyes, bitch.”
“Ouguuuuu…” … !”
“That’s right, you’re arrogant, so keep staring at me like an asshole who doesn’t even know the subject.”
“Keueueu, Gook, Ohok… !”
“Every time I kick her belly, I smile. I want to enjoy watching him become compliant every time he gets hit.”
Lucienne, who looked up at her husband with her eyes, thin and slanted all the way to her side, instantly smiled whenever he kicked her in the belly with her foot. Volunteer service and punishment were repeated until red footprints became clear on the throbbing belly.
As expected, it was close to 3 minutes.
Lucienne, who had been punished in a more severe manner than her Orianne, fell down at last. Her eyebrows were half-closed and quivering. She even had her body stomped on by Rom as her last name was still unresolved.
“Oh, did you drink too much…”
In any case, it was the end of the commotion. Like a knight in a sensual novel that made Arden Nam the present writer, he motioned for the remaining Henrietta to come closer after a truly savage reign, and sat down on the chair next to her by the fireplace.
“Henrietta?”
“Yes, Dad.”
“It doesn’t matter if you guys fight with each other because it’s ugly in its own way. But don’t act like you’re interrupting your flow while you’re serving.”
Rom, who stepped on her mother and daughter’s genitals spread right in front of her over her underwear, snatched the purple hair one last time. As her body is a body, the liquid she drinks is replaced with blood or semen rather than waste, and she opens her mouth as if to excrete the desire accumulated in her body.
“Put your tongue out, it doesn’t matter if you drink, so don’t spill a drop.”
“Yeah, I’ll prepare a potty for the daughter of a bitch…”
A man who became bolder the more he got drunk, so he couldn’t recklessly disobey. Henrietta, who had learned the pleasure of being violated by a drunken man earlier, obeyed, completely forgetting her shame.
“Thank you, Mr. Jaji, for allowing me to serve you…”
He had already done so, but more politely he knelt down on her knees. She placed her hands neatly on her lap and looked up with her apatite-like eyes as if reverently to the gods, giving her a second pleasure.
“Today, I will greet you politely…”
It was a bonus that he whispered to her phallus as he closed her lips. Her saliva, glistening white, dried up in the heat inside her room, and Henrietta, who had drenched her saliva, then pursed her mouth, vulgarly. She worked her way from her glans all the way to her root, and then she met her gaze with Rom.
‘Henrietta’s mouth and her throat are exclusive masturbation tools for her father. Like her mouth pussy, throat pussy, and cockhouse, I will serve her sweetly and fiercely…’
There was no such thing as her cheeky bitch.
“Haa, this year is going crazy like today.”
The baron shook her head and immediately began to ejaculate. Drenched in everything from the spirit of alcohol to the comfort of the flames, he coolly wrapped himself in thin cum.
“Don’t forget to drink and clean up.”
It was a luxury that only he could enjoy.
