Chapter 337 – 33. Marguerite of Immorality (7)
He didn’t care about rank at all. The boy simply moved as his instincts and desires prompted him. As in the case of Claudia, who is slim, elegant and sophisticated. She was blaming herself for lacking voluptuousness compared to other colleagues, but unexpectedly, she showed off her slim body and the waist like a monster.
Slosh, clang.
In this way, the women of the wilderness were conquered one after another. Based on the first female lying on the edge of the bed, the younger Baron added to the number each time he chose. She screamed like an animal with her heated body and then fainted.
Alone, but sometimes together.
If there was an exception, it was Amisha. Because the female, who looked at her owner with sparkling eyes as bright as jade, had a different role. Her duty was to go to the restroom, as she knelt down to her knees with her hands politely placed on her lower abdomen.
The beautiful shaman was like that.
With a fresh smile on her beautiful face, I had the obligation to receive the cum excreted in front of me. As a result, even after she became smaller, she immediately straightened her back whenever Rom, who was incomparable to her, stuck out his cock. Be willing to enjoy the sight of steam rising from your smooth face with desire.
The thick, sticky liquid gave the illusion of life. She had a lot of vitality, and it clung to her skin and had no intention of falling off. As the seed of her baron’s lust, the dancer with noble charm was dressed up as a slut worse than a prostitute.
A beautiful figure with plenty of dirty and smelly cum.
So she got her cum with just one ejaculation. She gave off a strong male scent that made me lose my mind. The funny thing is that it was closer to a scent than a stench. Because Rom’s body has already become something that transcends her royalties.
Although only the expression was low-level, the essence that decorated Amisha was a noble reward.
Even the boy who acted like a naive rascal seemed to be aware of this. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have punished the dancer who declared that she liked her like this. At first glance, it seemed like a playful act of humiliation, but in reality, it was an honorable reward.
The calling of Gayatri after Claudia was also in the same context. Her voluptuous body, which would make you gasp just by looking at it, was the perfect way to collect cum for the toilet full of affection. The shameful buttocks alone must have stimulated the desire to be talked to.
A dancer with ink-brown hair approached cautiously. I bent down so that the dot between my eyebrows was facing the floor, and then got on the bed. With his large buttocks, he soon colonized a pussy that would not even be able to properly insert a penis of considerable length.
The female, who had lowered her posture to be penetrated like an animal, was leaking honey water through the cracks. Surprisingly, not only did she twitch in a shallow way, hoping for her master’s sensuality, but she also begged in a half-melted voice as he teased her with foreplay by twisting her hair.
Sloak, slosh!
The merciful boy readily showed generosity. I held the stiff, almost crescent-shaped cock with my free hand and guided it to the hole. This time, as if there was no need to bother him, I lifted his waist and immediately shot down the delicate entrance to his womb.
Hold, hold.
It was truly a merciless onslaught. As a result, the brutal struggle continued. I applied so much force that the tightening was significant. On the other hand, it felt monotonous and was disappointing. In that case, all you had to do was hit his fat butt with all your might.
Clap, voila!
His small hands were buried in the elastic skin. It was hard to believe that it was human skin that was sticky like some kind of dough. That’s how sweet Gayatri’s female body was, like soft, ripe flesh.
I did not forget the breasts that bounced every time I pounded the mill, the moans that made me let out a shiver running down my spine, and the deep praise I gave to my master. Above all, the wrinkles that I thought had been tightly tightened had now become soft and smooth.
Although, for that dramatic change, several bright red handprints were left on the toned buttocks.
It didn’t matter. That’s the way it is with pleasure given by foreign females. It’s not that it’s not, but Rom was enjoying a fairly satisfying time thanks to it. She was even hiccuping with endless climaxes, so much so that she spilled a lot of hot seed into her baby’s house.
Howling, howling.
When the boy pulled out his dick after a long ejaculation, white and cloudy liquid flowed out from the less closed hole. Needless to say, it was evidence of an affair. Uplifted by the sweet experience, he scrawled Gayatri’s outstretched buttocks and brought her to enlightenment.
It’s not over yet.
When she managed to get her body back up and raised her upper body, she begged Huhee. Whether it was instinct or learning, the Baron, being a Baron, encouraged service as before he was swayed by alcohol and drugs. He made me help him while he excreted all the cum that had spilled on the bed.
Her true intention was that she wanted to pass out comfortably like Claudia, who fell first.
The faithful Gayatri prepared a seat for the owner to sit on in place of the chair that could not perform its duties. It supported and assisted him with its soft, pillow-like body. He gently grasped and stroked the cock that he could not fully grasp with both hands, while burying his face back.
Side, side.
It is a place that is perceived as the dirtiest and lowest place. You might feel a sense of rejection. But this did not apply to the woman who showered her with affectionate kisses. Just looking at him greedily dripping saliva and sucking was like that.
She was already a bitch who was delighted by the young boy’s mischievous remarks.
The disheveled female body was welcoming this reversal of position. When she excluded social status and only looked at social norms, she was clearly an adult and enjoyed the feeling of immorality that she was being dominated simply by not being able to defeat one of those vicious dicks.
Patter, patter.
Boiling cum erupted again. Amisha, who looked up to her owner who was much shorter than me, smiled. As time passed, the traces of the previous ejaculation dried slightly and became lighter, and she applied new makeup to her messy appearance.
Toilet bitch, thank you for using Amisha.
I can’t tell you how disgusting it was to see her naked body bowing slightly and worshiping her. Unlike the other two dancers, she showed utmost sincerity in not expressing any dissatisfaction even though she was selected in a slightly special way.
Of course, the most impressive part was the impression that it was adorned with cum, as its name suggested. As she said, it was a promiscuity that could not even be imagined as a married woman with a husband and a daughter. Moreover, she, like Ximena, who was subordinated to Rom, was the first dancer to show her intention to submit.
The more you humiliate them, the more lovely they become.
So, out of the boy’s mouth, the baron said that he would accept the two as slaves. It was a proposal that Gayatri, who had no family, had no reason to accept, and the same was true for Amisha, who never once made a fuss about her owner’s behavior, which was annoying her.
Subordination is honor.
The two dancers, who started out as mere tools and were promoted to slaves, bowed respectfully. Then, Claudia, who soon regained her senses, called out to her as he hesitated to look at her. Unlike my colleagues who were focused on masturbation while standing next to the fireplace, I enjoyed the privilege of being a chosen bitch.
A right that may be nothing more than a harsh duty to some, slaves serve.
It exists only to serve its master. I always cultivate my charm and offer myself to avoid being abandoned. The only thing given as compensation is the derogatory name “Slut” And the act of pure submission itself.
Nevertheless, the three slaves willingly came forward. In particular, two of them were committed together against Rom, who had become more adept at radiation. Like an inexhaustible spring, I struggled repeatedly in front of my incomparable energy, and eventually fainted.
I didn’t realize it until later, but it was a kind of camaraderie. It was a thoroughly arranged action so that other dancers other than Amisha, who had been selected as the recipient of cum, could ask for forgiveness. If you turn a blind eye after giving pleasure through generous treatment, the only option left is a tool that is as disgusting as it is unpleasant.
The naive tyrant actually acted as he intended.
He drenched Amisha’s face every time he cried out. After Claudia and Gayatri collapsed, saying they couldn’t hold on any longer, they looked for new partners. Choose among the six who were still engrossed in masturbation according to the orders they had received.
He called out Ximena, whose abs were becoming more defined with each bite, drawing attention. I observed the zeal with which he was furiously bitching while saying that he was truly sorry for being rude to the pretty boy who was lying down leisurely.
I also called out Shriya, who had small breasts that were easy to squeeze and a pussy that was so wet and tight thanks to the finger play. I held onto her long legs so that they were straight and smooth, and I fell in love with the taste of being fucked until I was exhausted.
Next was Mallika, a young and fresh youth. Rom, who was sitting across from her, dazzling with her beautiful youth, continued to slobber on her while savoring the sound of her flesh squishing against his cock.
Until it was Nicole and Rosaria’s turn, who were twins and had fun taking turns fucking each other. Roughly making her realize that her sisters are good cum recipients side by side. When I was so tired that I couldn’t even breathe properly, he held out a very bulky object and told me to suck it.
It has now reached its peak.
I called Ashka, who was worried that I might not hug her until the end, and laid her down. I inserted the sinewy penis into her perky tits and received a pleasant message. She seemed to have no intention of being raped easily, but as I teased her by bouncing her clitoris, she begged for a cock with her obscene look.
Not only did she grunt like a sow, she declared that she would forget and abandon both her husband and her son. As a result of her miserable oath, she felt joy as a heavy lump of flesh squeezed into the closed gap.
She had no one to blame.
Whether young or old, Romuald Ardenne was a man well worth it. Therefore, many of the dancers who had reached the point of orgy were all able to share the honor of becoming slaves. So she lay down, exhausted, in the moisture of her body fluids that could not be extinguished by the dry fire in the fireplace.
“Hehe, this makes me feel like I’m on a picnic.”
“It is a monumental day. I think everyone is tired because they had so much fun. I was reminded again who we must follow. Your cum receiver Amisha would like to thank you on behalf of all the slaves here.”
“Do you know that it’s funny that Amisha’s face has turned completely white? What happens if I sprinkle a little more and make it dirty?”
“Please just look at that, master…” …”
“Ah, but I’m still not good enough!”
Her job was to just sit still on her knees, so she was relatively fine.
“And I’m hungry! “I want to eat the whole roast that I saw at the festival earlier!”
“Ah, that’s fine. “I’ll just wash up in the bathroom and come out, so let’s go out and buy something for everyone else.”
“Yeah, good! But washing Amisha’s face is prohibited!”
“… Yes?”
“Your face covered in cum is so sexy and pretty! Let’s just hold hands and go out like this!”
Ending with the wonder of Amisha.
