Chapter 187 – 18. Henrietta of Deviation (7)
Early evening, twilight.
After a violent affair with the concubine maid, Rom took a sip of water and took a breath. Thanks to having sex in the bathroom, I saved myself the trouble of bathing again and stood in front of the full-length mirror. After putting on a suit suitable for a banquet, he adjusted his clothes.
“This.”
However, looking at the clock on the wall, it was still a long way until the hour the banquet was supposed to be held. Unexpectedly, Rom, who needed entertainment to spend the interlude, turned his attention to the maid he had enjoyed eating a little while ago.
“It’s too early to go down. Go to the store later and kneel under the desk over there.”
“Yes, yes…”
The desk was placed so that people could do simple reading and work without having to go to the study, so the legs were covered. After sending the naked and messy Françoise away, Rome immediately went and sat down in front of him.
“I thought of a good pastime. It’s a sensual novel that I read while exchanging with Oriane in my past life.”
Françoise, who gathered her tangled hair in her hand, blinked her pretty eyes between the baron’s legs. As the place was the place, it was not that difficult to predict what role would be given.
“There is a part where a knight who is a rogue treats a wife who has caught her weakness like a tool. Like you now, crawl under the desk and force him to entertain you with his mouth while he reads trivial popular novels.”
There was no need to say anything else after that. Opening the drawer attached to the desk, Rom took out a valuable book from the frozen ground and put it on the table. When our eyes met, I looked at the maid who nodded with blushing cheeks, and opened the bookshelf.
“Serve yourself. I’ll spit on you if you like it.”
A friendly baron seldom humiliates. It is because he was originally an upright and upright knight, and even though he has fallen into decay, he still loves his wives. Because there is a clear difference between an attitude of violently committing a crime and an act of degrading with words.
“Well, if it’s okay…”
“Well?”
“Could you spit it out first as an encouragement?”
Still, Rom mocked his concubine. He insulted the maid between his crotches in a language unimaginable to anyone who knew him.
“I’m afraid someone isn’t a bitch, so I’m going to kick my feet.”
After spitting at Françoise, who was looking up at me with a shy expression, Rome stroked her head. I opened my mouth wide with a wink beforehand, and my saliva landed on the tongue. It made me taste it as it is.
“Now, do you like it?”
“Hehe, it’s so good…”
“Then, suck it deliciously. If you act clumsy like a clumsy motherfucker, I’ll scold you until I’m full.”
Françoise of the Ardennes knows. What does it mean that my husband, who has lived a more upright life than anyone else, is trying to humiliate me like a despicable man? It implied that he could fall like this to himself if necessary, just as he did for Orianne and Lucienne.
“Yeah, yes…”
The female, who corrected her posture, politely offered the hair she had collected herself into the owner’s hand. When he wrapped my long hair around one arm and used it as a rein, I bowed my head in congratulations. She brought her pursed lips to her scrotum, made a sound, and slowly climbed up the pillar.
“I will serve you wholeheartedly…”
In the meantime, Rom looked at the open bookshelf and started reading. Despite the devoted service of the concubine maid, she intentionally drew attention and only enjoyed the pleasure felt in her lower body. Every time an explicit scene was described, I fiddled with the reins while snapping stiff objects.
“Haeup, whoa…”
A scene in the novel where a knight falls for his first wife.
“Chuheup, jjook…”
The scene where she calls her in the middle of her busyness her with her public affairs her and pulls her up to lift her skirt her.
“Hurup, hee hee…”
A scene where he insults his cheek her by touching his cheek her with a penis with protruding veins.
“Heru-eup, whoa…”
A scene in which he removes any room for rebellion and brainwashes me into worshiping me with clever words.
“By the way, uh uh…”
A scene where the tied body is soaked in aphrodisiac and left unattended, and a scene where the body is not hugged until it begs for itself.
“I’ve felt it before, but it’s a very strange novel. I don’t know what I was thinking at the time when I wrote down my impressions while sharing these things and sent them back. No matter how you look at it, it’s not something that men and women in the days when they didn’t have the courage to cross the line.”
Even so, the sound of shallow kisses continued to spread in a low voice. He licked the saliva-covered glans delicately and thoroughly, adding to his promiscuity her. At least at this moment, it was Françoise who could not be described as the most admirable in the world.
“Of course, it is certain that more precious memories have been added because of that.”
Still, Rom put the book down with her face not very satisfied. With her smooth lips her, she slapped her maid’s breasts her holding her phallus, twisting and pinching her nipples.
“I regard that shady desire as courage. If Oriane had handed me a boring book of poetry, our relationship would have been very different. It would have been the case if I hadn’t returned it because I wrote that I liked a certain part in the first type of writing I read in my life.”
“Kyaat, kyaang…”
“Fear is a natural emotion. Somehow, I took her mother and daughter and the maid her as her wife and concubine at the same time, but I have no intention of neglecting any of the three of you. Even if I get everything in the world like I promised someday.”
Rome, who had tugged at her by the reins, lightly touched Françoise’s neck her. She held her tight to her natural gagging reflexes her and waited for her to get used to her cock her. With her wild and ferocious form of her, she took full advantage of her maid with her voluptuous body of her.
Paradoxically, however, Françoise was overjoyed by the treatment.
“I want you to know. Even if you fear in the future, the only good thing is trivial problems like being scolded for not satisfying me.”
It is a measure of affection that is only used between couples who firmly trust each other. She felt that she was loved even though she felt rough. I realized that even selling things was a confession that I could do this for you.
He listened carefully to my concerns, genuinely sympathized with my anxiety, and comforted me even after suggesting alternatives.
I could have been anything other than a fucking house to this man. That is why Françoise embraced both of Rome’s legs her even as she became increasingly out of breath. He tried to contain the whole thing, which was not even half way through his throat her.
“Oh gook, go gook…”
“Shh, it looks like someone is outside, so be quiet.”
Until the baron said that and pulled the reins of his thick hair as hard as he could.
“Cool, cool!”
The glans, which invaded the esophagus at once, poured out a lot of the outer water inside it. In addition, as if his premonition his that someone had come was correct, an unexpected person outside the door showed up.
“Romuald, are you in?”
Françoise was started and struggled. Rom was just a little less responsive on the outside, but he was equally astonished. The owner of the voice coming from the hallway was none other than Marguerite Dior. As you can guess from her calm and benevolent upbringing her, she was the abbess of the religious world in this country.
“Stay still. Don’t struggle, relax your body.”
Huffing and hiding his concubine her wasn’t enough, but Rom violently pulled the hair he was holding in her hand her. She went ahead and pressed the back of her head gently with her other hand, stabbing her cock deeply.
So, the female who couldn’t breathe properly was randomly put her beautiful nose in the bush near the cock and sniffed it.
It was a literal fucking house.
She couldn’t help it. It was because my sister’s tone seemed to be certain that I was here to pretend I was absent. If it wasn’t for that, there wouldn’t have been any reason to keep waiting even now when I didn’t respond for quite a while.
“Sister Marguerite? You may come in.”
Therefore, Baron Ardennes’ choice was a bold frontal breakthrough. Pretending to be a calm tone, he greeted his sister while he was sitting. For him, who is good at acting skillfully, he fully enjoyed the tension in this crisis and had the confidence to overcome it.
Click, the door opened.
Immediately after, a woman with dark brown hair appeared and gave her a faint smile. She was a beauty with thick, long eyelashes and deep lips, and she wore a fancy dress that was not usually worn well.
It was so beautiful that I wondered if it was a pastor who took care of the nuns in this country. The culprit of fascination, who kept staring at her in awe, walked lightly dragging the hem of her skirt her.
“I’m sorry for coming unexpectedly without notice. Madame Le Moin invited me to her victory banquet her. Maybe there will be some topic going up and down on the spot, so I wanted to meet you in advance and give you a word. According to the maid, you will still be here.”
The sound of her stepsister’s footsteps in her shoes spread out loudly. Soon after, she came to her brother’s desk and silently examined her intentions. Without even dreaming that there would be a maid dripping with love juices with intense pleasure in a dizzying moment under the tabletop I had laid with my hands, she finally opened her mouth.
“Could you give me a minute?”
“Well, a lot of it is difficult.”
“You look busy.”
“Ah, I need to go somewhere urgently before attending the banquet.”
Kwok, Rome pressed the back of Françoise’s head even harder. My sister, whom I hadn’t seen for a long time since her childhood her, was somehow overflowing with her charm her today. It was probably because she had always been frugal and put on nice clothes before the banquet.
“But it is also an important matter for me. It’s about family.”
Marguerite’s lithe tone touched my heart. Also, her beautiful appearance brought visual satisfaction. In addition, the immoral sense of committing adultery with the sister who always cared for me in a state of excitement, even though she had ejaculated several times before, boldly urged me.
Even more so, the cheeky concubine flicked her tongue in a rather provocative way, as if she had seen through her husband’s desire her.
“Say, please…”
Rome’s eyebrows quivered in the face of unexpected sensuality. Soon, as if in revenge for her arrogant bitch her, her foot her on the floor her touched her maid’s clitoris as she knelt down on her knees. With the premise that you will not be caught, but with a reckless attitude to receive punishment as punishment.
She enjoyed the pleasure of being on the verge.
“Do you know that the Dominion of Tarn in the south has fallen?”
“Um, this is a first for me, but…”
The vast duchy of southern Gaul has been trampled upon by the lunatic King Albenis. Even after hearing the news, it was hard to understand the look of Rome who opened his eyes in a calm manner. Seeing his brother his, who was somehow breathing hard, Marguerite, who looked worried, removed his luck her.
“Romuald, if you are sick somewhere…”
“Koo-Hop, Cool-Luck!”
“… Who is under the desk?”
And Françoise stopped coughing.
