Chapter 302 – 30. Marguerite of Jealousy (2)
If there really is such a thing as paradise, it probably feels like this.
Contrary to the misunderstanding of residents near the western continent, harem in the Near East, such as Beda, is nothing more than an expression pointing to a weight. In other words, it is clearly different from polygamy, which is guaranteed for the pleasure of the monarch.
“Yes, master.”
In essence, it was just a system based on strict customs that separated men and women, and in that sense, the Ardennes harem was unique. The reason why the place was set up in this secret basement in the first place was to serve the head of the family, Romuald.
“As you command, your cute maid will take care of you with a warm breastfeeding.”
In a feudal society, a benevolent and chaste wife is submissive to her husband. The wives and concubines of Winter Mansion go one step further and humble themselves. No matter how noble the status on the outside, here, they claim to be a mere female and enshrine Jiabi as a being comparable to a heavenly god.
Therefore, the Kingdom of Gaul, the harem in the true sense, is right in the frozen land.
The maid with a grinning smile proved the point by cupping her large breasts in her arms. Along the elastic drop-shaped curve, the valley of the breasts that came into contact with each other was wide open, while gently embracing the stiffly erect cock.
In the end, he gave joy to the angry object with a soft yet soft touch.
Iron thread, iron thread.
The pressure felt in the hot spring water that rippled like waves was truly exquisite. Françoise, who became proficient thanks to her long-term dedication, once again induced favor with her breasts, which were competing for the top position among the females of the harem.
“Yeah, whoa…”
Even after being wrapped in milk as big as a well-ripe watermelon, his cock was more than half empty, how thick and dignified he was, even though he had to face the heat of the flowing water to consider the effort of lowering his head and putting the glans in his mouth.
The faithful concubine showed no hesitation. Even though there were a lot of uncomfortable things, he only showed an attitude that he couldn’t let them go.
“Really, how could you be so arrogant…”
Not to mention, that was the only complaint I spat out while opening my moist lips wet with steam.
“You must be greedy, aren’t you saying you’re not satisfied with just my nipples?”
Handing over a soft bruise, she met the baron’s eyes. And when he saw his silent gaze, he was startled and immediately apologized. It was because he realized that it was wrong for him to criticize even if he acted playfully on the subject of a woman.
“Sorry, I was too fussed… ?”
There was an irresistible existence right in front of my eyes. When I realized that, I naturally endured the rather noisy water wave hitting my face.
‘Ah, you’ve become a person who knows how to rule like this before you know it…’
The concubine, who servilely lowered her head, trembled with gestures. With the tip of the blunt tongue, he gently brushed the entrance of the urethra, which was dripping with water. He even sucked on the particularly sensitive part of the glans that looked like a mushroom cap.
Of course, the hot spring water in the bathhouse always went into my nose and made it very difficult to breathe. But even if he fainted, what mattered most was the pleasure of his father-in-law.
“Ah, bitch…”
Thanks to that, Rom’s mind and body were in a very comfortable state. It wasn’t particularly drunk like yesterday, but it was a feeling that was willing to spit out harsh curse words.
It’s kind of like a reward or bait.
While giving compliments to Françoise, who was absorbed in me, it was also intended to encourage the behavior of other wives.
“Suck straight up what’s left inside. That’s your breakfast today.”
“Hureup, jjoooook…”
Even though the love affair of the previous night had ended, the afterglow was still there. The service of the concubine maid, who was always faithful to the baron, who had a faint hangover from a warm bath, was exceptional.
“That’s right, you’re good like a rag.”
“Herueup…”
“I’m going to examine it, so swallow it clean.”
Ball is ball and life is buying. No matter how enjoyable it was, when I thought of my busy schedule, it was difficult to be absorbed in leisurely radiation any longer. However, with such ardent sincerity, there is nothing that cannot be violated even briefly during an interlude.
The female, her crimson tongue sticking out, collected a handful of the thick, viscous jizz and chewed it. It was dissolved and dissolved in the drooling mouthwatering saliva. He swallowed it down his throat while making a gurgling sound.
“I ate, here…”
Before long, Françoise opened her mouth wide as if yawning and examined my mouth. When Rom, who had been looking down from above in the sense of admiration, spat a few times, it was truly spectacular that he munched and swallowed it with an ecstatic expression.
“Not even nice.”
“It was delicious. The jizz dregs that the owner gave me…”
After all, she must have been proud of the fact that she was focusing her attention only on me among the many females in the harem.
“It must have been a more satisfying meal than I thought?”
“Uhuh, sure…”
“I will have to ask you more often in the future.”
“It is a pleasure and I am grateful. Since I was treated to a precious meal, I will pay for it now.”
Having said that, the concubine again immersed herself in breastfeeding with her cheeky breasts. The excitement of the baron enjoying the feeling of excretion led him to a new pleasure before it even faded. I dropped the hour hand that I had been holding all the time on the valley of my skin that exclaimed.
I made a natural lubricant mixed with the surface and massaged the slippery dick with my breast. Then, he crossed his arms with her arms and added pressure to squeeze her from side to side, causing her to feel pleasure.
Not too strong, not too calm.
The reason for adjusting her water level was the direction of her beloved master’s eyes. She was out of her mind as she watched the voluptuous dances of the six dancers and she wished that she would not disturb him. It was quite stimulating to see them scattering Yukhyang in a prodigious manner.
An old-fashioned dance of the wandering people’s tradition, but what kind of group was the Seokhwadan?
In the western wilderness, they are the dancers who also play the lead role in a theater operated with a concept similar to Changgwan. Naturally, women who were knowledgeable about men’s desires highlighted their attractive breasts and buttocks. She alternately showed her front and back sides, hitting the sloshing skin to make a slap sound, or flicking her nipples and clitoris with her fingers, then gently closing her eyes and making a small moan.
Above all else, the highlight was, of course, the group dance.
It was a motion that each danced what looked like a long term, then gathered in a row with the five and raised a big bow all at once. The dance, which harmonized well with the atmosphere of the bath full of exotic productions, gave the illusion of being provided with entertainment in a palace in the Near East.
“Master, how was the short but lacking joke of the bitches?”
“If you were not satisfied, I am sorry for making you feel uncomfortable with my poor workmanship.”
“The essence of a tool worse than that of slaves or livestock is just to be used.”
“Please, I will obey. I promise to repay the great mercy you have shown me by being bitches who try harder.”
The leading beauties in the west prostrated themselves. He carefully showed his master, the baron, a performance that even aristocrats would come to see at a higher price. It seems that true martial arts should have no shortage of controlling breathing between these interludes.
“Malika, your ashtray bows high.”
The ashtray girl with jet-black hair and blue eyes said yes. While attracting attention as a beauty unique to a mixed-race, fresh, fresh, and full of flesh, he conveyed the fact that even a man with a strong temper like a ferocious beast is just docile in front of you.
“Gayatri, please accept my big bow from the pillow bitch.”
The same was true of the pillow girl with brown hair with a hint of black. With a dot drawn between her eyebrows, she emphasized the traditional beauty of Manushi, and gave her the most voluptuous buttocks and the second largest breast among her peers.
“Claudia, a big bow for the year of the chair.”
Next was a root black blonde chair bitch. It was a thin but good-looking woman who flexibly bent her body and showed off her alluring beauty. She might be a little boring to just keep an eye on, but she was a decent female with her angular posture.
“Nicole and Rosaria.”
“Please, the big theft of our bed bitches…”
Then came the twin bed girls who shared black hair and brown eyes. The beautiful part of the skinny abs is thick as well, and the resemblance of a curvaceous figure is considered attractive.
“Seokhwadan, Ashka Joe Amisha will serve you with a last big bow. We profess that you are our true senior regardless of age, status, etc…”
The last one was a toilet girl with plain black hair and bright green eyes. From the tattoos on her forearms densely inscribed with red paint, she has a mysterious appeal.
“I solemnly swear to humbly obey you, like a toilet-like tool girl.”
Thus, the bodies of the six dancers were in full bloom. She knelt down wet and naked on top of colorful terracotta tiles, forming a paradise with a female body. I even touched my desire with a behavior so disgusting that I wanted to eat it right away.
“Not bad.”
“Ah, it’s an honor…”
It was a colorless sight of the days when I was rotting like this. Giving carrots instead of sticks to the rebellious seemed like the right answer. It was not enough to please the eyes first, it was very satisfying to see them pledge their loyalty like this.
“Dancing is your pride, right?”
“Yes, Master.”
“It would mean a lot to voluntarily demonstrate it to me.”
“It is as you said.”
“There is no reason to reject the devotion of a proud nomadic dancer. But that’s because I have a mischievous personality. The dance that suits you the most is more like masturbating rather than catching that dance full of technique.”
Amisha, who acted as the representative, nodded as if she knew what it meant. She also suddenly spread her legs wide and squatted down. While her other co-workers scrambled, pubic hair and genitals were exposed, and in a vulgar manner became the master’s ornamental toy, gently stroking her wet cunt.
“I will not forget the teachings given to the unskilled bitches and put them into practice.”
“Yes, I listen well.”
Soon, excited moaning and grunting, and the sound of comforting myself eagerly overlapped.
“Repeat the numbers every time you go. The bitch who went the most will be given a prize.”
Everything was perfect The concubine between the crotch was absorbed in the massage with a soft mouth pussy at the same time as breastfeeding. The rug and mop, which supported one side of his outstretched legs, put his toes in his mouth and stomped them, appreciating the special treatment different from his colleagues.
Against the backdrop of a group of females concentrating on hand games like monkeys in heat, there was even a doll girl waiting for orders with a crystal ball inserted between her breasts in the distance.
“Wow, that sounds dirty…”
“Is it good to hear?”
Now there were only two left.
“That’s true, but it’s so noisy that you won’t be able to hear the sound of the video in the crystal ball…”
“That’s right, I think we should ask them to be a little quieter…”
The end of the month, Ilgogyeongseong!
“What are you talking about, you stupid bitches?”
Oriane, to her left was a woman with a beauty so graceful that even the full-blown flowers would be ashamed of the bright moon.
Henrietta, a woman with a bewitching beauty to the point where even an iron-walled castle would tilt at a glance was on the right.
“Couldn’t you guys whisper from the side?”
The baron, who opened his arms arrogantly, embraced the sister of the great nobles of Gaul in his arms. After violently teasing every part of her body, such as her firm breasts and buttocks, she grabbed her tightly and broke her brain.
“Now, what is the answer?”
Recreate that beautiful voice.
“Yes, Mr. West…”
“Yeah, Dad…”
Last night, your dental plaque.
