Chapter 221 – 22. The Ardennes Harem (1)
From deviation and training to depravity.
Even the fire in the dry burning firewood could not overcome the wet breath. The area around the bed was damp, no matter how long the intense love affair had lasted. Even so, Henrietta, who had almost lost her mind, was not given liberation.
The blindfolds around her eyes were already half peeled off. It was so strange that even the underwear that aroused lust was scattered here and there. Her baroness, who laid her loungingly over her body on her duchess, indulged her like a true beast.
When she got tired of monotonous relationships, she used to lash out with obscene language. She even played by slapping her cheeks and her breasts. When she smiled at her red and swollen skin, Henrietta responded with her narrowed eyes and flirtatious smile.
It was a happy moment.
Needless to say, the time for her ejaculation was approaching because of that. Rome soon grabbed a breast that was too big to hold with one hand. By the time the Duchess’ right arm, which had been released naturally, wrapped around my waist, I brought her glans to the entrance of her womb.
I made sure to fit the hole in my urethra, and let every drop of cum that was about to pour out stain my female sanctuary. He breathed in satisfaction as he packed the seeds produced in his seminal vesicles for a long time.
Of course, that wasn’t the end.
Rather, it was a beginning.
Henrietta rolled her eyes halfway as she took her hot gushing cum deep into her womb, but her Rome scolded and scolded her and slapped her on the cheek. She gave her orders without pause so that she would get used to being teased like a pacifier.
Sing her words of thanks with a smile every time she gets hit.
Pamper her by handing her raunchy whispers.
Serve while enjoying the afterglow.
After finishing the summit, Hui ordered to clean the cock soaked with bodily fluids. Even knowing that her smooth face was distorted with pleasure and smeared with tears, she was determined to smear it with cum. Because that side is worse.
There is no malice in the world of pure desire. Henrietta, who was freed from her many restraints, showed a surprisingly compliant demeanor. She knelt down on the lukewarm floor and groaned as her semen wrapped up in her womb shook.
Damn! She also put her arms on the top of her head and sealed it, placing her words of apology on her back, telling her not to feel useless and focus. Her dignified lady was treated like nothing more than a piece of meat, used only for her mouth.
Gently press the perineum, which can be sensitive due to long ejaculation.
The scrotum, which was soiled with dripping outer skin and love juice, was meticulously even wrinkled.
The long, thick and dignified pillars go up and down several times to make them beautiful.
The dark red bloodshot glans, shaped like a vicious hook, was held in the mouth and mumbled.
Finally, with a rather vulgar cheek, she sucked and collected the remaining cum in her urethra. She put the dark mark on her tongue and showed it for examination. For a duchess who didn’t know lust, her splendid performance was barely matched with a few strokes on the head.
However, that does not mean that nothing has been gained. Soon after, Henrietta learned the joy of being dragged by her hair in her big arms. After she forced her mouth open, her quiet throat shoved until she spread obscene sounds.
It was around the same time that vulgar words like her mouth or throat pussy were imprinted.
It was also around that time that the title of the support she could lean on and rely on changed from her father to Giabi.
It’s new, but in the case of the latter, the breath of the ROM came in to some extent. Just as the titles of Orianne and Lucienne, her husband’s wife, are Seo-bang, and the title of her concubine, Françoise, is Master Adult, I wanted my new female to be called by her own nickname.
Thorough training continued.
The tireless baron forced a noble woman’s kiss on his fully erect cock. She hinted at that, deliberately poking soft parts like her cheeks or her breasts with the stuff she had filled up again. The affair has only passed once.
So Henrietta followed her baron’s lead like a steed by a rein. She put her hands on the sweltering wall next to the fire and pulled her back. She prepared for her junior position by sticking out her slender legs and wide hips.
Squeeze, squeeze.
Her glans, which had always squeezed through her cleft, quickly pressed against her cervix without much effort. In particular, the current posture was only good for hitting and driving even the fleshy buttocks.
It was only natural that she collapsed helplessly to Rom, who increased her speed with her brilliant movements. After all, her ferocious glans thumped the entrance of her jizz-filled womb. I felt his presence so full that I wondered if he was being crushed because of the pressure.
Helplessly, thrashingly.
Henrietta was thoroughly fucked. Her breeze, like her spring breeze, gradually responded to her rom, pulling wildly at her own hair. She’s not just taking his weight, she’s helping me get moving and back and forth.
It has become a cheeky, arrogant, and scandalous year.
As expected of her, she grew up crying and crying every time the same part of her was intensively stimulated, just like the older sister of Orianne, the lady of the change. As she took steps to become Baron Ardenne’s, she changed herself terrifyingly.
The second time she started to ejaculate, to the extent of shaking her waist to give her sweet stimulation.
I didn’t even teach, but I reached the point where I learned. She awoke as her concubine, as if she had not been won simply for her beauty. She licked her cheek against the wallpaper and let out a tickling groan, then pushed her buttocks further back as if she had gotten used to her baron’s stuff.
As if she, as a female, had to hold him more deeply while the glans, which fit her womb again, gushed out new cum.
She let out a groan of joy as she fawned over Giabi.
First of all, he justified the title of father, saying that if you are this dignified you, it is only natural to call you high, even if you are much younger than me. Then, since it is instinctive for even such a lowly female to want to be loved, she asked him to consider her as his daughter.
Rom did just that.
Calling her cute daughter, Henrietta, a slut addicted to her cock, a bitch who can’t live without her jizz, and a slut slave cockhouse, she squirted all the semen she had collected into her. She showed her affection by slapping her on the butt a few times.
And this time, I also appreciated how she prepared to clean her first.
Addicted to this submissiveness as if she were unceremoniously drunk, her good-natured daughter came forward as a written thank-you to her dashing dad that she had to do her afterthought. She neatly gathered her tousled hair, tucked her long, loose hair behind her ears, and crossed her arms to gather her breasts together.
Her daughter’s body was as good as a cockpit for her father, she said, as she sat Rom on her bed. She knelt down in front of him and held her glans and pillars between the valleys of her breasts, and she laughed bashfully. As if she had no sexual knowledge at all, she massaged herself with knowledge that, like my sister, she must have come across in a book somewhere.
Even when the pressure left her urethra gushing out like a fountain from time to time, she just shuddered in delight. She did exactly that in response to the praise that she was so wonderful watching her own dramatic transformation.
Like a flower that blooms for one day, even if the lush beauty disappears tomorrow.
Liberation continues. It is so with the hope of continuing forever.
The affair of Henrietta, who obtained guidance and rest in exchange for obedience, continued until the dawn of the day.
Helplessly laid on the bed, her arms were grabbed, her uterus squeezed hard, her butt sticking out against the wall, she squirmed endlessly. I’m going to chew on it for a single reason.
Her reddish-purple hair was soaked to the last strand in the vile cum. Her face was stained with dry marks that stretched from her forehead to her chin. Not to mention her breasts and well-proportioned abdominal muscles, buttock, hip, hips, pubic hair, mouth, esophagus, stomach, and even the uterus.
An average of 30 minutes of desperate ejaculation continued for several hours.
She completely changed the life of the noble Duchess.
Two fainting, three incontinent, four fainting.
Or the hypnosis of her sister to remind her of what her baron was to me with every tap on her womb, or the action of her nephew who changed her constitution so that she became addicted to the smell of cum and cock.
Above all, Henrietta’s original desires and the liberation of her suppressed ego followed, and the one who was finally completed was no longer the old woman.
Sensing that it was time to let go of her position, her rom, as if trying to test her, offered her a proposal.
Henrietta, who was silently out of her words and looked at her blurry eyes, seemed to need a reprimand, then he held her crystal ball in her hand, adjusted the angle so that my face was reflected, and asked He replied in a sincere voice.
“Henrietta, is there anything you want to say?”
“I’m not Henrietta…”
It’s not Henrietta here.
“It’s a daughter, cute…”
It’s your bitch.
“Baron Ardenne’s cockhouse, daughter…”
So, with a mischievous smile.
