Chapter 88 – 8. Sabbath (8)
It was a gorgeous view.
On the left, the corners of the eyes of Oriane Lemoyn, the elegant marquis’s wife, drooped in a light smile. I let out a side note with my beautifully pursed lips, hoping that my service full of affection would touch me. In between, they shared a deep sympathy with their silent eyes.
On the right, Françoise, a graceful maid, slightly frowned. Even so, with her mouth her, like the mistress opposite me, she was diligent. It was not just about folding, but putting a lot of effort into providing a sensuous feeling while keeping pace with the other party.
“The expression ‘year’ is not good enough?”
Rom snorted with a laugh. With her empty hands, she stroked the females who knelt between her legs as if they were proud. After all, it was a special experience for two beautiful women who were clearly outstanding to repeatedly kiss each other with their belongings in between.
“Yeah, I thought you would.”
After a moment of silence, Oriane answered. It was a very lovely look with a smile on it. In addition, there was a very immoral pleasure in inducing lust. She stopped her maid, who was engrossed in her service, and said with a bright face.
“I’ll whisper it to you again if you want.”
With a few protruding blonde strands neatly arranged, Mrs. Baek’s cheeks rubbed against her like a charming cat. She wanted to glance at Françoise, who had been watching her blankly, but she didn’t take it for long.
As if to watch and learn, I want to speak obscene words for my man.
“Dear Seobang-nim, for a year from now on, I will happily embrace your big and vicious glans. With that, you will insinuate that you want the ruthless cock to take care of this poor bitch.”
The confession that followed really amused Rom.
“The girl’s name is Oriane. She’s I’m Lemoang’s wife who only looks at you. She pretends to be a noble lady to people, she acts, but in reality, she is just a bitch house attached to someone who serves to the West…”
In response to the naughty words, the object that swelled shed its transparent outer layer. She waited and kissed her, and Oriane, who had a slender cheek, sucked it in as if tasting her sweet nectar. Then she looked at Françoise and silently demanded that I try my best as an example.
“Lord, master…”
Realizing that it was her turn her, she did.
“For a year from now, I will lick your scrotum thoroughly. With it, I will gladly assist you with tickling so that you can pack up the cum that you want to excrete for you and me…”
There was no hint of hesitation. Compared to Oriane, she also had an impression that she was somewhat unfortunate in terms of morality. However, there was a sense of movement in the maid’s flushed cheeks of her, and the scene after her was even more so.
“Francoise! What if I forget to tell you your name of her?”
“I’m sorry, sorry…”
“West? As you have seen and heard, the name of this poor bitch is Françoise. My ugly daughter’s exclusive handmade and one and only friend. It is also a year in which the well-groomed off-white color is very outstanding. It would make an excellent cockhouse for you to play with.”
Rome just nodded. She didn’t say otherwise. Seeing her drizzling glans of her, it seemed that she didn’t want to bear it. Oriane, guessing his intentions her by the act of carelessly stroking her head her, uttered the last word and went into action.
“It’s been a long talk. I just want you to enjoy it…”
With her arms her behind her back her, only her head her sticks out, becoming a literal mouth. Similarly, he gave a signal with his eyes her to Françoise, who was in the same posture, and started from the root of the erect penis her. It seemed that he would serve meticulously without missing any place.
“Side…”
“Shit…”
The tongues that were in the lips of the two women stuck out with the blood-swollen phalluses between them. So they touched and savored the outer water that flowed from above with their respective saliva. Even after that, they were entangled all the way up to her glans.
“Shit…”
“Side…”
She slipped down again.
“Phooah…”
“Shoooook…”
The two females, whose saliva and outer material were stretched like threads, took a step back. From oral service to foreplay, it seemed that this was the end, and now he set out for full-fledged stimulation.
“I will serve you with love as always…”
As predicted earlier, Oriane embraced her glans her and bent them toward her. And thanks to that, his seat moved into an empty space, and Françoise took a relatively central seat and put his nose down. He smelled the scent of the male in the scrotum, which was very strong.
“I will serve you faithfully…”
I didn’t even do it, but it was something I did myself. Her pretty brown-haired maid sniffed her for a while then stuck out her tongue her. He licked the perineum just below the place where my face was located, opened his mouth wide, and inserted the flesh beads one by one and sucked on the other side.
Even the wrinkled parts were tasted one by one.
“Hamm, guttural…”
“Um, um…”
A beauty as dazzling as her radiant blond hair her licked her tongue. He made a dirty expression and provoked her with a longing eye smile. Meanwhile, beneath her, the maid who had tidied her auburn hair was gnashing with her tongue.
Naturally, it was a scene that made it impossible to feel ejaculation.
Rome roughly grabbed Oriane’s hair from her. The action was given to her as a sort of cue to prepare her. With her saliva collected in her mouth her, he lukewarmly embraced her glans her, waiting for her desire to pour into him.
Françoise, who was already rolling her scrotum in her, could feel the pulsation, so there was no need to give a signal.
Cry, cry
It was about ten contractions and expansions. The long ejaculation puffed up the lady’s cheeks as if she was doing her business her. Also, Françoise, who had been concentrating on fulfilling her role until then, was startled when she saw her.
“Open your mouth, Oriane.”
“Whoa, whoa…”
Oriane threw her head back and opened her pursed lips. She convinced herself to be a good oral pussy as she spurted the jizz out of her mouth. Rom, who was very fond of her appearance her, where even her tongue her was soaked in white and muddy contents, stroked her hair her and spat at her.
“Francoise?”
“Yes, master.”
“Get up and come beside me.”
The bewildered maid looked into her master’s face her. She stood up hastily on the ground in her gaze as she did not move quickly. She hurriedly wiped the saliva that flowed down her chin with the back of her hand, and she sat down next to him to make sure that no unpleasant smell came from her.
“Does it look good?”
Alone, Oriane was still opening her mouth. Leaving Francoise wrapped around her waist, Rome spit again at the female between her legs.
I pointed at her, who was trembling with joy even as the thing that hit her cheek dripped down her cheek with the sound of her voice.
“Is this really what my cowardice can be made of?”
It couldn’t be. Françoise firmly shook her head.
“Nope…”
It was astonishing to see what was unfolding in front of her right now.
“Never, no…”
The true face of the Marquis, whom she respected, was none other than a bitch. She was a vulgar and lewd beast, even to the point of feeling disgusted with it. That’s why Françoise was able to follow Rome’s orders without feeling much resistance.
“Are you embarrassed? She’s a fucking bitch who has fooled everyone like she’s been an elegant lady. It’s natural to be angry. So let’s spit as much as we want.”
“Are you talking about saliva…”
“Aren’t you cocky? Actually, the reason you’re doing this is because Lucienne was possessed by this swanky bitch.”
It was not wrong.
“Yes.”
No, rather, it was a word that pierced the point. Françoise, frowning her brow, collected her saliva as she munched her mouth. I spit with resentment at my master, who was having a hard time accepting the absurd amount of ejaculate.
‘Only you…’
First of all, be careful.
‘If it wasn’t for you…’
The second time I got used to it, I got used to it.
‘This would never have happened…’
Thirdly, naturally, Twi.
‘I wish I could have enjoyed and happily spent every day with my lady… !’
The maid’s spittle eventually landed on the wife’s forehead. It climbed down his eyebrows and fell mercilessly. But even then, Oriane’s refusal to smile gave me a truly mysterious feeling.
The sadism, the pleasure I get from seeing a woman who closely resembles the beauty of Lucienne, the lady who has always dominated me, being very happy despite being despised.
“Try it with selling.”
“I never dreamed that the madam was such a person…”
“Don’t forget to spit on every last word.”
“You’re really vulgar, twee!”
“You can use swear words.”
“… You bitch like a slut, twi!”
On the other hand, I was also curious. He wondered what the hell had caused the benevolent Marquis Marquis to fall like this. Yes, I, too, often get distracted when I sleep with her daughter, but that is what I have been training hard for many years.
Like Rome and Oriane, I couldn’t help but question the part of being reborn into such a deep relationship in a period of a month or so at most.
“Look, what kind of expression do you look like?”
“The expression of being ecstatic and not knowing what to do…”
“Then I ask, how are you feeling right now?”
And I had no choice but to admit it.
“I’m excited…”
About the relationship between these very special people.
