Chapter 72 – 7. Wife, Lady, Maid (2)
The sincere service continued. Rome, who had already ejaculated several times before, still soaked several layers of underwear with unbridled energy. She almost picked up the thick male scent with just one ejaculation.
“Cut, crap…”
Oriane, in gratitude for her repeated ejaculation of her, kissed the place where I had buried my face. She lovingly licked and stimulated places that, embarrassingly for a lofty frontierswoman, would abhor even a skilled courtesan.
As if he wanted to enjoy that immorality, he continued to cling to him even after the ejaculation was over. She set the pile of underwear in her hand down on the floor with a thud, and with one hand she ran over the stiff pole while the other hand tickled her scrotum her.
“Ha, uh…”
She had been as pure as her virginal wife until just a short time ago. That is why Oriane’s decadent service she had a special taste. It was the same with the fact that she devoted herself unchangingly whether she looked ahead or behind her, and her attitude of giving priority to her own pleasure rather than her own circumstances her.
“Shoooook…”
Undoubtedly, there could not have been a female more admirable than this.
“Whoah…”
It was an action that urged a strong desire to conquer.
“Stop, get away.”
Eventually her intolerance her to her her rom her took her away from me. And then, as if she couldn’t bear it any longer, she reached out and grabbed her hair from her. She threw her head back and spat in her face and slapped her.
“A lewd bitch.”
Damn! The insulting profanity was a bonus.
“Is it okay because it’s right?”
“Yeah, it’s so good…”
Auriane Le Moin’s twisted taste is to be dominated by her rogue knight. She hopes for a bitch who will be sold without a break and will obey anything. And coincidentally, the only knight in the world who understood that fact did not forget and acted accordingly even after she became a baron.
No, in fact she didn’t have to, she just released her desire that she had been holding back all along.
“It’s nice to do it, but you can’t enjoy looking at the wall. You should have a place to look. I wouldn’t know if there was another bitch by my side, but now you’re alone, so all you do is stupidly suck it from behind?”
“Ah, I see… ” …”
It was absurd nonsense. It was obviously a service of utmost sincerity. Even so, Oriane felt ashamed. She blamed herself for being so obsessed with herself that she did her best and neglecting the essentials.
“How can there be such a stupid bitch?”
What Rom said was 100% right. Self-deprecating with her somber expression her, she bowed her head and apologized.
“I have no face to see Mr. West. If you give me a chance, I will correct it even now.”
She went on to rummage through the drawers in the corner of her room, saying that she would make up for her mistake, and told her to sit down and wait for a while.
“How do you like this?”
When she returned, she had a thick old photo album in her arms. I could only figure it out after opening it, but it was a record of Oriane’s social activities of hers. Her days her in Aquitaine were accompanied by her nanny her, Marion, and her older sister Henrietta, and those in Le Moin by her husband her, Gérard, and herself.
“It’s embarrassing, but at one time I was famous for her beauty her, just like Lucienne. Maybe that’s why it aroused a sense of admiration, so whenever I was invited anywhere, I always had to take pictures with beautiful people there.”
Certainly, most of the subjects in the records were beautiful women. Even so, it was definitely Oriane who stood out the most.
“They are beautiful people. I’m sure it’s perfect for Seo-Bang’s eye candy.”
Before long, she knelt down again in front of her rom and put her hands together in a polite manner. As she flipped through her photo albums one by one with a calm expression, she gently caressed his scrotum and spoke lewd and debauched words.
“Pick a female you like. If possible, you could really make her your concubine her.”
“It’s better to be able to see a side of you that I didn’t know.”
“Ah, I’m glad you said that…”
It was a strategy that prioritized sympathy rather than stimulation. Unfortunately, the content of the photo album was boring, so it didn’t resonate as much as I wanted, but it gave me a clue as to what to do next.
“Do you like this picture?”
Turning over the bookshelf, Rom pulled out a picture of two beautiful white women standing side by side. Needless to say, the woman with her dazzling blonde hair and blue eyes was impressive, and it was her older sister and her Henrietta who stood next to him, with a strikingly similar appearance, but with a different vibe.
“Who is the bitch next to you?”
“Ah, this is Henrietta.”
Embarrassed by her unexpected attention her, she stammered slightly at her words her. The woman in the picture Rome had chosen was the mistress of the Duke of LeBlanc, who dominates the political world in the East. She was the older sister of the Marquis, and she was once a lady of Aquitaine.
“LeBlanc’s Henrietta?”
It’s nothing new, but Rom was already aware of her existence of her. It was just a choice she made, wondering how she would react if Oriane listened to what she said and chose her sister her. Even so, the beauty of the sisters, whose superiority and inferiority cannot be distinguished, was the most impressive among the records here.
“Yeah, I like this one.”
Pushing her Oriane behind her, Rom stood up and set her photo album aside on a nearby table. And on the way back, I found a picture frame on the dressing table and a picture of Lemoang and her mother her together, and I brought it as if it went well.
Holding two precious photos taken with magic, he waited for a while before handing them over.
“If it’s your sister and daughter, I think their eyes will be happy enough when they get cheap.”
“Ugh, ah…”
“Hold each photo in one hand and serve as before. Like a fucking house, they beg with obscene words. So that I can be beaten.”
All in all, these were the photos I really cherished. Taking pictures of something with original body magic and storing it was an unaffordable price for not the wealthy and privileged class, and that was all the pictures of the two of them together with her sister her or the grown-up Lucienne.
“Yes, if that is what the West wants…”
Oriane accepts the picture Rom held out for her. After a while she stood up and took a seat behind him, ready for another stimulating caress. Her hands were stretched out to make it look like a reading table, making it easier for her to look down, and as she tried to bury her face deeply with her tongue sticking out, she uttered words of pleasure.
“Then, let’s start the fun masturbation housekeeper, shall we?”
It doesn’t matter if you give up everything.
“First, say hello to Oriane, your cum-draining bride. This is a picture of my older sister, Henrietta, who is a bitch and whom I love as a daughter-in-law today. There is also a picture of Lucienne, the second wife of the West, who will soon be tamed like my mother.”
My loved ones are no exception.
“Please enjoy it to your heart’s content, and excrete it to your heart’s content…”
Orianne, who began to move her tongue with her sweet feeling of her, induced ejaculation on my sister’s picture of her. She indulged to a more daring place than before, lightly tapping her prostate and pressing it as if she wanted to enjoy her pleasure for a long time.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
Even a man with excellent stamina can’t afford to be cheap if he just ejaculates all day. Even so, Rom lightly moved back and forth holding his things to him, and soon the water flowing down his glans dripped onto the picture of the beautiful Duchess.
“She’s the younger sister who offered her older sister her as her daughter her in order to gain the favor of the West, and if she knew her, she would despise her.”
“Umm, soooook…”
“Are there frequent visits these days? Let me know if you know of any weaknesses. If I see you later, even at a wedding, I might be able to use that as an excuse.”
It was a bitter sarcastic remark. Oriane, excited by Rom’s belittling her, drooled her juices. While she felt guilty for her sister her on the inside, she felt great affection for Rom, who knew she was wrong but had cornered her this far for her excited self her.
In return, she meticulously licked every nook and cranny.
“Ah, this is good. I think it will be cheap soon.”
“Hueup, jjoooook…”
“Shut up and say something dirty. Don’t forget to stimulate the moment you ejaculate.”
Of course it was. Oriane immediately caught her breath. Under her man’s legs her, she put her lips on a dirty and dirty place, telling him obscene stories as he wished, leading to an ecstatic sense of ejaculation.
“Henrietta’s older sister has a strong ego. It’s true that she’s not as bad as Lucienne, but she’s very similar. A cheeky girl who doesn’t even know the subject needs education. West please punish her naughty sister with cum. She also please enlighten her. In the meantime, I will praise Seo-Bang-nim for beating her sister and repaying her like this.”
“Okay, not bad.”
“Don’t worry about post-processing. After you ejaculate, you can just spread out on the bed and lie down. Recall the day when her sister will serve a lord, and be served by your pretty motherfucker. Everything is ready.”
Crying, the dark red penis pulsated uncontrollably.
“I will serve you with love as always…”
Oriane, who finally sensed that the time had come, buried her face in Rome again. With her soft tongue her, she gently touched the sensitive area and helped him ejaculate without leaving a single drop.
“Hueup, jjook…”
From the hole in the stiff glans, a jelly-like liquid splattered at the photo. It was a situation that took at least ten seconds. It would be good to call it air chamber excretion. Naturally, the woman’s hand holding it was also dyed a muddy white color.
With the utmost care, she lifted up a photo of her white-stained sister and me, followed by a photo of her daughter.
“By the way, Jjook…”
It’s just that we didn’t exchange words, the future that each other guessed the same.
“Actually, you know that too, Orianne?”
That’s right, Rom’s wife is definitely Orianne Lemoang.
“That Lucienne will soon be like you.”
“Squeak, squeal…”
There is absolutely no doubt about that fact.
“I brought up Henrietta because I wanted to know your true intentions of her. I wondered how far she had been tamed and corrupted. And now, as you can see, even my precious sister and daughter have been reborn so wonderfully that they offer them without hesitation. I am very happy with it. In that sense, I think I can give you one last chance.”
However, the knight who became a baron will have more females in the future.
“Now, if you really want Lucienne to be my dick, put the picture on the floor. You’re aiming at the face of the daughter in the picture so that you can grab her glans and scrotum and pack comfortably.”
“Puchwhip, jjook…”
“But if that’s not the case, I just keep holding the picture.”
Rome added in a low voice.
“I’ll give you one minute.”
So it was a time of agony. Oriane, who did not stop licking and sucking even in the midst of this, put down a picture. It was a portrait of her sister her, Henrietta, now faded.
“Okay, 10 seconds left.”
It was time to make a decision. Oriane, holding with both hands a picture of her mother and daughter hugging side by side, finally set it down on the floor. As if holding the things of the man I served was true happiness rather than memories with her daughter her, she kneaded the scrotum with one hand and held the pillar with the other.
“Side…”
That’s how I helped her aim at Lucienne’s face her in the picture.
“Side…”
According to the will of the West, as much as you want.
“Side…”
Rome, who had received an unspoken promise even though he was sober, took a last look at the freshly made semen. She branded her affectionate portrait of her mother and daughter white and hazy.
“Hu, it’s cool.”
After that, residue dripping from the hole in the glans soiled the floor. Still, Rom, unconcerned, removed her Oriane and made her way to her bed. She sloppily ordered the pile of her wet underwear her and two photos to be pickled and left to ripen, then came over to her and stroked her hair as she tried to clean up the dirt.
“Are you really okay?”
Then, what came back was a title and a longing smile from a woman worth more than ten thousand gold.
“The bad thing is that it’s always me, right?”
And it was the complete blooming of the Pyewolsuhwa.
“She is my most precious daughter, but I can dedicate it to you.”
The baron’s wife obeyed, making a pretty heart shape on her belly where her womb would be.
“My everything belongs to the West…”
It was the capture of his wife.
