Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 299

Chapter 299 – 29. Bitches (9)

Northern Gaul, great nobility of the frozen land.

The actual owner of the Lemoang family and the wife who governs the vast Marquis, waited on her and was treated worse than the wife of a mistress. She approached with clear steps, wearing shoes that were uncomfortable to walk in, even though her legs were emphasized in her bizarre outfit like a prostitute.

“Sir, I brought you a drink and a snack.”

Her tousled blond hair was disheveled here and there, from how violently it had been touched. Her lightly made-up face was a mess of tears, tingling handprints on her cheeks, and curly hair from dried cum.

“Wheat beer flavored with fruits and vegetables and easy-to-pick canapés.”

At first glance, she seemed like a badly abused woman. But at any given moment, her smiley expression showed that she was feeling content, and when she served her a beer with ice on her neck, her husband secretly exclaimed in delight the moment he drank it. It was a pervert year without fail.

“Ah, nice…”

The baron, who is weak to alcohol, becomes bolder the more he gets drunk. Even that, though according to her wives’ wishes, is so. He gulped down the beer in a small wooden barrel and put the glass down before long. He leaned back on the backrest, looked down at his feet, and opened his mouth.

“How far have you been?”

Even with his strong muscular forearm on, the armrest, which was over space, was already equipped with a crystal ball for shooting and a Rouge of different colors. Rom, who called the three beautiful women as if they were pet dogs, decided the order and continued the night.

“Blonde bitch, come here.”

Of course, it wasn’t a smooth time. Her husband, who was insane from the moment he opened his eyes, confused them by talking about the common characteristics of mother and daughter. However, no matter how many mistakes he made, he couldn’t be held accountable to Giabi.

“What year are you talking about, Mr. Seo?”

“Me, mom and who?”

The two females were slapped in the face with the soles of their feet just for asking such a question. Even so, he humbly bowed his head and counted the order and turn. It was thanks to the belated glance.

It was certainly Orianna who had been chosen by her baron for the first time, and she approached lightly with her polite gestures, and she knelt between her crotches and placed her hands gracefully on her navel. The crystal ball hung on her armrest was shining and she opened her mouth with a smile even while filming her tarnish.

“Blonde mother, Oriane greets you. I’m really sorry that I couldn’t immediately figure out Seo-Bang’s high will. Please relieve your anger by playing with this stupid bitch…”

“Give me your lips.”

“Yeah, I’ll give you a colonel…”

Damn! Rom leaned forward and slapped her on the cheek as if that wasn’t the case. She opened her red rouge, which she was holding with her other hand, with her index finger, and then, realizing her husband’s intentions, she carefully pursed her lips. Although she is still clumsy with her soft, soft lips, she felt the touch of meticulously applying the color.

“Yes, my color is red… ?”

The marquise’s lips, with her radiant blonde hair and blue eyes, were the color of a delicious apple.

“Ah, yes.”

Orianer Le Moin, because of her graceful appearance, she was alluring, so it was necessary to kill her grace. In that sense, the baron, who started scribbling on her pure white face with the Rouge pigment left on his index finger, soon wrote insulting words.

Stupid asshole.

A heart-shaped letter in Gaul was written on the forehead. It was a concept like the stigma of being a bitch. Needless to say, it was a humiliating treatment that made her shudder as a woman, but Oriane flushed her cheeks as if it had heated up even more.

“I was a stupid bitch, huh?”

“No?”

“Ugh, that’s right…”

She also opened her lips and admitted meekly.

“So instead of being stupid, I have to work hard to be useful.”

Needless to say how ugly it looked. After tidying up her tousled hair and messy mouth, Mrs. Baek rubbed her cheek against her large glans while smiling bashfully. She made an obscene noise as she watched her baron as he picked up and chewed canapés as a side dish.

“Haeup, jjoohok…”

A cock she could barely contain that had to be wide open, she dared to graze her teeth, wrapping her lips around her rim so as not to offend, flicking her tongue at the same time. She lowered her head further as she licked the sensitive area along the veins and her nerves.

Knock, kink.

By the time he thumped her cramped throat, the same sound as before came out, pleasing her ears.

“It’s warm and cozy, just like you always…”

Leisurely, Leaning her body back, Rom muttered. Unlike her wife’s liking, her nonchalantly amiable nature had sprung out. Even so, Laoriane lowered her head even more with her satisfied face, as if it did not spoil her decadent and lewd atmosphere.

Over her glans, it caught half of her pillar, half of him again, barely four-fifths of it.

“Puhew, Colook… !”

And that was the limit. Just like the words the baron said, the warm and cozy mouth of the frontier woman’s mouth was hard to hold on to, even if he had to stick his big and vicious cock through her throat and into her esophagus. Although her hagiography was already at a great level even for him.

“It is my turn next.”

In any case, it was the second wife’s turn. Her daughter, who had pushed her mother who lusted after her like that, came forward to her. As in her daily life, she squeaks and squeaks her short tongue, barely stimulating her husband’s heart. She raises the corners of her mouth and squats on tiptoe.

“Blonde daughter, your very own Lucienne. Show her affection while teasing a cocky, unassuming bitch. Look at the wife who would do anything for you.”

Damn! Of course it was. Rome, who had slapped her Lucienne on the cheek for no reason, met her gaze with her. She smirked as she watched her wife tear her eyes away as she was beaten. She also continued grooming her until she lowered her eyes in despair.

“Hello every time you get hit.”

“Yeah, thank you for hitting me.”

Damn!

“Naughty and vulgar.”

“Stupid bitch, thank you for spanking me…”

Damn!

“Oh, barking at the end would be fun too.”

“Thanks for beating the bitch, Bong!”

It was a very funny look. It was like being accompanied by a court jester. Rome giggled as he lifted her neck and took another sip of her beer. Then she opened her black rouge this time with her middle finger and applied it to Lucienne’s slightly swollen lips.

Dark and decadent black rouge was a color commonly favored by prostitutes. He conveyed the meaning by applying it to the lips of the high-nosed margrave’s lips, and he immediately wrote a letter on her forehead.

A cute cock sucker.

As expected, Lucienne ate at the stigma with a heart shape on it, and then she asked.

“You have very strange tastes, too. What’s cute about me?”

“It’s arrogant, but there is no loveliest or cutest thing in the world like my wives.”

“Pufu, it sounds like pervert.”

I couldn’t help but look cute when I saw her wince when I gave her a cold look at those words that crossed the line.

“You talk a lot, bitch.”

“… It’s okay.”

“Shut up and suck.”

The Marquis Lady, who had shrunk, opened her lips while looking at her eyes. As if to cross the red border left by her mother at once, she put her tongue on the floor and immediately lowered her head.

“Puheugh, kogough, uhuheugh…”

Unlike Oriane, it did not have a delicate and warm taste. However, Lucienne’s service, which turned herself into a tool for her self-defense and repeated her two steps forward and her one step backward, toward her deeper self, was special in its own way.

“A cute bitch, even though she lost her mother and her lover so much to me, she is so loyal to me. What on earth is not cute?”

It is not stolen, but given. And she shared again. As she repeated to herself, she surpassed Oriane’s record. She was a whopping 6/5, although her coughing cough came out as her prickly bush pricked her nose and quickly reached her limit.

“Puheuuuuu…”

Is it that her tongue was weaved so that saliva would not drip on her chair even after she lifted her head back to give her extra points? Although there are parts of her that are provocative and induce a sense of conquest, it was the part where I could see her kind side, resembling my mother.

“Now it is my turn, Dad… ?”

So, finally, it was Henrietta’s turn. Unlike the two people in front of her, she crouched down with her legs together, and then she pushed out her lips. Even at an age close to infidelity, she boasts of her beauty that will last forever, and like her daughter, she has prepared her reward for being favored by her.

The color of her rouge, which Rom added, is purple, and the scribbles on her face read, “Bitch daughter.”

“I should have done the barking, right… ?”

Henrietta stuck out her tongue and pretended to be a bitch in heat, though it was hardly her substitute. Before long, Henrietta licked her brother’s and her nephew’s cocks that were glistening with saliva.

“Side, whoa…”

Oriane, who gave off a warm and cozy feeling, and Lucienne, who gave off a cool and pleasant feeling, had a different feeling. Henrietta’s service, lukewarm and lingering, induced her second ejaculation with her baron, whose pleasure had risen considerably from the two men before her.

“Heru-eup, chueu-eup…”

It was sweet. The Duchess’s mouthpiece was a good mouthpiece for leisurely enjoyment. She had a feeling of clumsiness somewhere, so she could grab her pod and reprimand her at any time, but her strength wasn’t too strong, so it was just right, so it was perfect for stroking her hair and interacting with her.

“Puhh…”

Although, unfortunately, only three quarters of the way behind the other two females, where her lip has advanced.

“Ah, good.”

Rom ran his hand over the pillar several times before aiming her glans at her floor and pattering at her. She smirked at her wives, who involuntarily took their eyes off her at the sight of her gooey fluid gushing incessantly.

“Should I clean it?”

And that way, the obscenely sulking females lowered their stances and licked the puddles of cum that filled the floor. I made them shiny and tidy enough to shine, and then, side by side, they huddled between my husband’s legs and knelt down on her, examining them with their mouths open.

“Good work, bitches.”

It was a pleasing sight. So, raising his neck, Rome gulped down the cold beer and spat it out into the mouths of the three females.

“Have a good drink.”

It was a jizz beer for wives who couldn’t be more submissive than that, only for Romuald Ardenman’s wife.