Chapter 125 – 12. Dense (5)
It was late at night.
Even a bed in a cozy inn was not familiar to the sensitive maid. Françoise, who had already tossed and turned her body several times at her strange feeling her, opened her eyes. She realized that the roar of the half-burnt log fire was mixed with an unknown noise.
Rumbling, rumbling.
Since the great construction of the citadel had begun, those employed by the family had been given long vacations. That’s why the subtle noise I heard now was absolutely not the work of a mischievous new maid. Francoise rose from her bed anxiously.
‘I’m sure you didn’t hear it wrong… ?’
It was a rented building until the renovation was completed. Therefore, there were only five guests, including the Baron and Lemoang’s mother and daughter. It was only the head maid and herself, who were sleeping quietly in the room next to the special room where Marquis Marquis Orianne was sleeping.
In the same room, on a different bed, her boss Marion her, who was lying flat with the blanket on her, fell into a deep sleep.
The older you get, the less you sleep at night, but she was an exception as she corrected it. In addition, during the day, she secretly kept valuables in the old living space and even supervised the moving of the Le Moang family’s luggage to the warehouse, so she must have been very tired.
‘It’s a bit difficult to wake up the maid…’
I couldn’t help it. Françoise let out a deep sigh of hers and took the trouble out of her, putting the woolen cloak on her standing hanger her. It’s unlikely, but she went out on patrol in case an uninvited guest with malicious intent came.
Rumbling, rumbling.
Under the reign of the former marquis, Gerard Lemoyn, once a month an assassin flowed in from outside to target him. Of course, the one who succeeded in poisoning him was none other than himself, who had been ordered by my lady.
Anyway, intruders are in trouble. Especially if you’re an assassin.
Françoise stepped out into the hallway carrying a lamp on top of a chest of drawers and cautiously moved her steps. The only inn in the fort had a total of two floors, and the direction from which the dull noise was heard seemed to be relatively far from the room I was staying in.
‘But first, check the madam’s safety…’
A lantern illuminated the end of the dark, silent hallway. After pulling the doorknob, the tightly closed door was the same as I had locked it a few hours ago. Françoise, who put her ear to the door and pricked up, quickly left the room safely.
‘Nothing wrong. You seem to be having a hard time sleeping…’
Then, the only ones left were the master and the young lady. But for some reason, the room where the young lady was supposed to lie was not locked, and there was no sign that anyone in particular had stayed there. Embarrassed, Françoise stepped down the stairs of the gloomy inn.
Rumbling, rumbling.
Even in the midst of this, the sound was periodically heard. By the time I entered the corridor on the first floor, I finally felt a vibration. The other woman swallowed her saliva, following the dim light leaking through the cracks in her door to the front of her special room where Rom was staying.
Knock-down, wack!
“Yeah, huh, hah… !”
Knock-down, wack!
“Kyat, woo, uh, uh… !”
As we got closer, the true nature of the noise was finally revealed. Françoise, who took a deep breath in the clear situation, gently grasped the doorknob. I opened a small gap and peered into the room so that the two excited men and women inside would not notice.
“Hold your ass properly.”
It was a crack in the door that was slightly bent so that a thread or needle could barely pass through it. Even so, the smell of males was strong enough to make me dizzy. The drowsiness that had been dozing off suddenly went away, and I woke up to my senses.
“Yes, hee hee…”
Françoise opened her mouth involuntarily. The young lady stood against the wall, obeying her orders her with her tear-stained face. Handfuls of her hair pulled from her and the marks of dried cum here and there testified to how much she suffered from this affair.
Plump, Rome grabbed Lucienne’s body as she brutally pushed her back.
A ridiculous amount of ejaculation began to put the energy that was already indiscriminately overshadowed. As if he had just overturned a kettle full of water, he continued to inject the mushy, lumpy cum. It was so sticky that even if it wasn’t milky white, I wondered if I was urinating.
‘Muh, what…’
Taking a deep breath, Rome slammed Lucienne onto her bed. She seemed to enjoy admiring her limp body of her, then picked up one of the clothes scattered on the floor and wiped off the soiled things. It was neither a towel nor a rag, but none other than the clothes that the young lady cherished.
“Wake up, Lucienne.”
She trembled as she flinched on the blanket of the white bed. She groaned and squirted the infused cum between her legs while burying her face in her pillow and moaning. She couldn’t even lift her fingers properly as she cried out that it was too much.
“Huh, huh…”
But Rom didn’t care. He narrowed her eyes, revealing her displeasure her, then turned to her and grabbed her by the ankles. She easily subdued her struggles to get away somehow, and rather laughed at her, and she was brainwashed.
“Ughhhhh…”
“Anything like that still has the strength to struggle.”
“I can’t believe I’m really broken…”
Even if it was, it didn’t matter. Rom lifted Lucienne up and pressed the entrance of her womb her with his vicious glans her. Every time that happened, the young lady, who stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes, left me drooling, but I didn’t stop until I was satisfied.
“Whoops, whoops, whoops…”
Françoise was trembling. Her adult master her pushed the fainting girl to her limits her, perhaps intending to flood the spacious private room with her her own cum her.
“Open your mouth, I’ll spit on you.”
“Huh, hee hee…”
“A bitch like a slut.”
While gripping her breasts her, which were shaped like water droplets, as if they would explode, she inflicted harsh insults. She spat at Lucienne, who opened her mouth with wide eyes, then pulled out the phallus that had been stabbing her and knelt on the floor.
His shiny golden hair was her wrapped around his palms like a rope to form a rein, and he slapped his face her with his cock her, then fought happily. The long eyelashes and the bridge of the nose and the water dripping down to the bottom of the chin her were eaten without spilling with both hands.
“Hurrup, uhh…”
“It’s not enough, so help with your mouth.”
Lucienne nodded with difficulty and walked over to him.
“Howeup, jjook…”
While gasping for breath due to the lingering aftertaste of the overwhelming climax, I did my best to make my man fully feel the pleasure after ejaculation. Her luxuriant blonde hair her was messed up, her cheeks her were clearly marked with tears, and her breasts and buttocks her were red and swollen from how much she had been beaten.
It was downright miserable.
Strangely enough, however, Françoise thought that the appearance of his young lady was strangely beautiful. Although it was a trick that even prostitutes would hate, I wondered if it would be rather like a reward for the females led by the baron of this frozen land.
‘Treat her like a tool, like a literal cum drip tray…’
She was Lucienne, delicately and tenderly embracing her erect phallus with a body that seemed ready to spread at any moment. Even her dregs her between her glans and her love juice that had dried up on her pillars her were soaked with her saliva, soaked, and meticulously cleaned.
“How was the maid service of the wife of a respectable family…”
Even though in return she had to be slapped with her mischievous slap her, and to have her head bowed down for provoking him outrageously.
“Ah, I’m sorry that bitch made Seo Bang-nim upset even though he doesn’t have the confidence to handle it…”
Even though she had to be insulted by gently stepping on the back of her head on her sticky soles her with various bodily fluids on her her.
“Huh, I can’t chew…”
He never lost the virtues that any of his courtiers should have, the appearance of being armed with filthy words and an admirable attitude. It was the same even after getting his ass his beaten dozens of times for reproach, being eaten helplessly a few more times, and becoming a cockhouse that caught his breasts his.
Squeeze, sizzle, sizzle!
Another hour had passed before the affair, which was marked by immorality, ended. Françoise, who had been watching from cover until then, felt my body heat up, and as soon as he gently pricked it with his fingers her, she saw the incontinent and fainting girl and bit her lip her.
“Whoa…”
Her sweetheart, who had completely fallen out and set her down on her bed, let out a gleeful breath. She took a chair she had pushed away and set it on the sloppy, dirty floor and sat down on it, shaking off her hands that were soaked in her love juices and brushing her hair back.
“Don’t stay there, come in.”
“… !”
“Don’t touch Lucienne, she’s completely passed out.”
Françoise, who was standing in the crack of the door, was startled, then pulled back the doorknob she was holding and pushed it slowly. I couldn’t take my eyes off the baron’s dignified naked body, vivid like a statue, and consciously asked him, who was staring blankly at the scenery outside the window.
“Oh, since when did you know?”
“Ever since you opened the door from above and came out into the hallway.”
“Huh, I didn’t mean to steal it…”
“Know. I must have come down because I was worried. It’s a fairly well-insulated building, but it seems like a good sleeper.”
Rom replied sullenly. If she was a kind-hearted maid, she must have been worried about an uninvited visitor. Because the same thing happened last time. She seems to think that she didn’t get caught.
“Sorry for the noise. I’ll ask you to clean up here tomorrow.”
“Ah yes…”
“The plain clothes are pretty too. You must be tired, but stop going.”
Francoise hesitated. Despite the adult’s order of her, I hesitated, fidgeting with her fingers her and checking her eyes her. Even in such a naked scene, Rom’s consideration for giving me a choice was overshadowed, and he euphemistically expressed that he wanted to follow in the footsteps of the lady he loved.
“Or would you like some help?”
“Oh…”
“Today is going to be a bit rough. That cheeky bitch over there cast some kind of spell on me.”
Certainly, the graying of the room suggested that it would not be easy to be raped in turns. Moreover, her adult master her, who spoke to her benevolently, was barely controlling my desire to rule like a tyrant right now, as if his burning desire her hadn’t subsided.
“So, what are you going to do?”
The answer was as if it had already been decided. Françoise could not resist Rome’s temptation and gave in. She slid her cloak off her shoulders and took off her private clothes her layer by layer, with a look already delighted with the pleasures that were about to be hers.
“Ah, the lady is bad at cleaning…”
Then, without hesitation, I knelt down on the sticky, self-made floor. She made a pretty heart shape on her belly where her uterus would be located, showing her infinite loyalty to the owner she serves.
“It’s my job to clean up the owner’s cock, so I’ll give you a pleasant massage until you’re satisfied with this Francoise’s big tits like the one you’re looking at now…”
I was delighted when the baron with a thin smile was sincerely satisfied.
“Really, she is the best concubine.”
Françoise, concubine of Baron Romuald, realized her own future her with him.
