Chapter 143 – 14. Courtship Competition (3)
The baron, who clenched his chin sullenly, let out a small sigh. It seemed that he was dissatisfied with not being able to fulfill his desires his to his heart’s content his due to the competitive spirit of the women he had met as brides. His phallus his, which was actually stiff, was as rigid as ever, except for the distinct purple and black rouge marks.
‘Did you see it, my daughter?’
‘… Huh.’
‘No matter what, the mother is the one who can hold Seo Bang-nim’s cock the deepest.’
Orianne, who had fled her daughter with her triumphant expression her, proudly tucked her her side hair behind her ear her. She revealed her presence by exuding her beautiful charm like an ornament that swayed and made a sound. He said that in the baron’s harem, he is the number one among the females who serve him.
She was a mother and daughter who could not be said to be close even with empty words, but the provocation acted as a decisive blow to the discord between the two. Lucienne, who turned her head away and turned away, gritted her teeth. And even in such a scene, when it was her turn her, Françoise stood up and spoke politely.
“Master, please excuse me.”
Stretching her slender hands behind her back her, the snow-white lingerie braless concubine set the large breastplate on the ground. Then he stroked her from the waist to her buttocks of her with a bizarre gesture like that of a lewd dancer in Changgwan, and then gently lowered her panties to her.
“Your concubine, Françoise Ardennes will respectfully serve you…”
Then the maid fell to her knees. She carefully picked up her own underwear that had fallen on her floor and held it in her hand before presenting it to Rom. As if she were offering a sacrifice, she made the lingerie she had just been wearing the subject of dirty talk.
“It’s a nipple cover and a pussy cover for a concubine. As you can see, it covers a large area as it is used to cover the inconsolably large breasts and buttocks.”
The embroidered cover was thick and fluffy, probably because it was an undergarment for northern women. The lingerie, which still retains body temperature even in the slightly cool indoor air due to its excellent heat retention, definitely had an aspect of stimulating lust at this moment.
“Lady Lucien was teasing me once and she said something like this. My udders have a faint milky smell. Just like a dairy cow in estrus, having swollen breasts makes it a suitable year for an animal.”
After hearing Françoise’s story her, Rome suddenly stretched out her hand her. He seemed interested in whether it really smelled like that. He grabbed the lukewarm nipple and brought it to his face her, closed his eyes her, and smelled the scent.
Warmth and sweet smell like warm milk.
The baron’s erect penis wriggled. It was because the body odor of a ripe female was not unpleasant and approached fragrantly. When it comes to the smell of milk, most people associate it with the smell of milk, but when it comes to the maid here, it smells like delicious custard cream instead of the fishy smell.
“Really, it makes me want to keep taking it.”
“It’s an honor…”
“So, what next?”
Françoise, who blushed and was delighted, pulled the panties in his hand tight. He began lazily wiping his soggy cock with a piece of soft, absorbent cotton. From the scrotum, where her body hair was tangled and dirty, to the pillar that stood upright, and the glans that was covered like a lampshade above it, he meticulously examined every nook and cranny.
“I don’t mean to insult the mistress and lady, but…”
The pure white panties wiped off the saliva from the mother and daughter of the Marquis family. It was dyed in a pitch-black purple color, and even the traces of Rouge that had been vivid until a moment ago were completely erased. Thanks to that, there were a few curled hairs on the wet underwear, but it didn’t matter.
“Anyone, I think a bitch who serves his master must be smart.”
The baron’s proposed rule was that the female who left a rouge mark in the deepest place would be honored. Other than that, if there are other issues that need to be respected, is it that each person is given one chance or that we shouldn’t intervene recklessly until it’s my turn?
“The insignificant concubine is just telling the truth about this agonizing feeling. Do you know that I still vividly feel the emotion of when my master proposed to me? I want to convey even more loyalty and joy through my body and mind.”
Clever Françoise devised a way to wear Seungeun without violating anything. After pretending to serve, he erased the traces of other females with his underwear of her, and physically informed Rom, who was holding back even though the desire was rising.
You don’t have to do that anymore.
“I was the last one, right?”
Gently pursed her lips, she closed her eyes. Then the naked new bride held up the object, which she had cleaned with her own hands, and she kissed it. As the young lady had done earlier, she interpreted and applied the sexually promiscuous Gaul-specific act called kissing in her own way.
“Ummm, ohhhhh…”
The bright red rouge made even the dense comb marks on her lips her stick to the glans her. As soon as the kiss of the concubine was over, the outer layer that had just formed from the urethra she stretched out and fell down. Short if short, long if long, after that time had passed, only Rouge marks of one color remained on the erect phallus.
“Françoise won, sir.”
Like a rose blooming with passion, the owner of the red mark is her concubine maid.
“Yes, I must admit.”
Rome laughed and stroked Françoise’s hair. There’s nothing wrong with her being immersed in competition, but more than that, it’s still Giabi’s mood for her. The maid displaying her soiled underwear at his feet was charming like a friendly cat.
Just like Oriane did, rubbing his cheeks her.
Like Lucienne, she expressed her affection.
“That’s against the rules, Mr. Seo!”
“That’s right, cowardly!”
Naturally, her mother and daughter were vehemently opposed. He had been looking forward to the sensual bride’s dress to the point of being drenched in sweat and juice, but it seemed that his concubine was dissatisfied when he hit the ball with an unexpected wit.
“Be quiet, both of you.”
“However…!”
“Do too much!”
“One more word and I’ll throw you out.”
“Eww… !”
“Kuh… !”
Her baron’s stinging gaze fell upon her mother and daughter her. Oriane and Lucienne were forced to keep their mouths shut. And then, sighing in the quiet room for the first time, Rome asked the concubine, who was kneeling between her legs.
“I should give you a prize. Is there anything you would like to have?”
“It’s off topic, but I have something to ask of you.”
“Tell me. I feel like I’m going to have a good time, so I’m comforting her with her hand.”
“Yes…”
Françoise, who had collected saliva in his mouth her, dripped it onto his glans her. As he did it himself, he made an obscene sound and sweetly shook the baron’s object, which he could not hold with both hands.
Squeak, squeak.
Squeak, squeak.
Completion of lewd hand play was not something that could be done simply by going back and forth. While rubbing her glans her with her thumb to give her a different stimulation, I had to give her visual satisfaction by meeting her eyes her and showing her excited face her.
“Master, how do you like Françoise’s maintenance?”
“Very good. It looks like it will be cold soon.”
“Ah, I’m glad…”
The pleasure of literal masturbation was considerable. The baron gathered his concubine’s hair her, which was so shiny that it hung down on the floor, and wrapped it around his hand his. It meant that he was excited enough to start using the hand that was resting on his chin.
“So, what is your request?”
“Please reconcile the madam and the young lady.”
By the way, Françoise, who offered her lips once more, continued.
“Two people who cherish and love each other. Although the lack of communication and misguided desires took away the opportunity to get along like any other mother and daughter. I think I can start over now that I have become a fucking house that obeys my master.”
“That’s right, I won’t let you see bitches who just want to be eaten deliciously arguing seriously in order to monopolize your favourite.”
“It’s good if it’s good competition. It’s a concubine, but I’m willing to participate. She deserves to be encouraged if she does her tricks her if she likes the grown-up master. It is our female duty.”
“I see what you mean.”
Rom stood up on the armrest of the comfortable chair and looked sideways. There, she smiled at the mother and daughter who were watching her with a hesitant expression. Even then, thanks to the service of the concubine who comforted him without stopping her hands of her, she gave the order.”
“Oriane, Lucienne.”
“Yes, Mr. West…”
“I am listening…”
“Get down on your knees and look at me while touching each other’s cheeks and chests.”
Again and again, the blond mother and daughter, moving with their veils waving, knelt down in the right place. He kissed her soft cheek against her mother, her daughter her, and rubbed her voluptuous breasts her. It was very immoral to see the firm and elastic flesh pressed down.
“Get along.”
“Yes, yes…”
“I’m sorry…”
“If you know, try to tease me with vulgar words. The extraordinary concubine refuses the award I deserve and asks me to take care of you. I must not disappoint you.”
Oriane smiled awkwardly. Lucienne smiled reluctantly. It still seemed like a long way to go, but the two of them obeyed the order.
“We, Lemoang’s mother and daughter, are a mother and daughter only for Seo-Bang…”
“Please tell us the monumental first circumstances of the big wedding reception…”
“Because I’m ready to receive bitches’ cum, it’s done…”
It wasn’t a bad move. The baron, who gave the signal by pulling the hair in his hand his, ordered the concubine to finish it. Then Françoise, who was rapidly moving his hands back and forth while making strange noises, quickly moved under his legs her and gently licked his scrotum and perineum.
Crying, crying!
A more intense pulsation than ever before began. The scrotum that the concubine licked trembled, and the pole he was holding with both hands trembled to the point of worrying that he might lose it. And the two females, who were obscenely sticking out their tongues and waiting for the ejaculation of their husband, greeted the baptism that hit me with a dizzying mood.
“Kyaheu, ah…”
“Whoa, whoa…”
“By the way, Jjook…”
Thick, sticky jism covered the faces of the mother and daughter. From the platinum crown made of expensive jewels or her her headdress, to the white and wide forehead, long eyelashes and eyelids, the straight and beautiful bridge of the nose, and the purple and black lips.
Furthermore, it was also sprinkled on accessories such as earrings and necklaces, as well as wedding clothes that showed the inner flesh.
Thus, she became the source of her husband’s cum her, who had been excreting hot lust for nearly a minute. She groaned as she announced that she was the only mother-daughter fuck house in the world and that she had such a decadent off-white color. It’s not like it’s not, really Kim let out a breath that was heated up in the rising desire.
“As a mother, I apologize to her daughter her.”
“I’m sorry mom, Lucienne…”
“As a daughter, I apologize to the mother as well.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry I didn’t listen…”
Rom, somewhat satisfied, sat back in his chair. As the given time is full, he ordered her concubine her pulling her hair her as if to enjoy the afterglow.
“Françoise, suck everything left over from your urethra.”
“Yes, I will serve you wholeheartedly as a concubine’s wife…”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to see a loving mother-daughter incest?”
Oriane, Lucienne, and the mother and daughter of the Lemoang family all nodded at the same time. Realizing the implications of his words, they looked at each other intently and then entangled like longtime lovers. She mixed her tongue, suggesting that she would be willing to give up even heavenly principles for the pleasure of her husband.
Reconciliation beyond reconciliation.
