Chapter 348 – 34. Marguerite in Bondage (8)
I curled up like a snail and held the blanket in my hands. Due to her very small size, she felt the weight of her younger brother riding on top of her body. The glowing flames in her fireplace soon warmed up her room.
‘Ugh, ah…’
She was a woman so excited that her hair was burning. Thanks to this, the speed of Marguerite’s vagina, which did not know her man, was enough to send her uterus upward with a gasp. Her sweat, which had formed due to the heat, also volatilized moment by moment, giving off a fresh scent.
Female.
This was the case with the great man who was respected by many as a leader in the Gallic religious world. She was only a female in the secret room of the abbot, who was famous for living a life of poverty. She was trampled without being able to claim even a single prestigious title in the Sabah world.
‘It’s terrible, it’s a really terrible smell…’ …’
The consistency of the cum dripping down her face was very thick. Even though her head would sway a little when a sound like a moan or a hiccup came out of her throat, she didn’t think about falling down.
‘She was so dizzy that she couldn’t breathe. But I keep feeling like it’s not that important. I want to take on more. I want to let myself go even more intoxicated by this strong male scent. Even though she knew that this was a very lewd act…’
Her mind became clouded, and her body became uncontrollable. In the meantime, the veiny cock pushed up against her unsuspecting uterus. She slapped her sister’s buttocks, who was so shocked that she couldn’t even scream, to warn her.
“Why are we so arrogant and thinking differently?”
The young boy’s comment was extremely rude. What was wrong was an attitude that lacked even the slightest hint of respect. Normally, she would have shown dignity as the older sister and disciplined her thoroughly for her misbehavior.
But now, humiliatingly so.
The ends of the pubic hair, which was neatly organized in a small area, were gently brushed against the cloth overlaid on the bed. My nerves became so sensitive that I could feel my brother’s uncomfortably large penis, and I vividly conveyed even the smallest details.
“Huh, are you still pretending to be my older sister?”
Coincidentally, thanks to that, recognition was not difficult. Even if it is a role that tramples on the position given to me in the secret world of Amman. Because the male who stepped on me, humiliated me, and dominated me was none other than my half-brother Rom.
“But the Mar sister I know isn’t this shallow bitch.”
What is the use of being revered by everyone and reigning supreme? All that glory was worthless if I couldn’t end up with the younger brother I truly wanted. It was in the same context that it was okay to be subordinated to only one person and treated as a female, as long as that subject was none other than my ideal type.
“I’m skinny and thin, but only my breasts and butt are plump and fat. I’m showing off my body because I’m worried that I might look like I’m not a female, right? “I have dark desires for a virgin who has never had sex with a man in her life!”
The boy opened his small palm wide and patted his sagging buttocks. As if emphasizing the function of easy childbirth, the wide-open hips were criticized with a sense of sexual desire. Because I was addicted to the smell of the cum I had made, I was immersed in the smell of her body like a helpless sister.
“And look, if you slap me like this…”
“Kyaaaaa!”
“Immediately crying like an animal!”
Wow, the skin was so soft and elastic that even harsh beatings could be submerged. However, Rom’s delicate and delicate hand soon became red and swollen, causing pain to its owner. In some ways, it would be more painful than the one who got hit, but I whispered it without showing it at all.
“It’s okay, it’s still good. You can relax as much as you want. No matter how cheeky it is, what’s wrong? What will remain the same is that Rom is my favorite older sister in the world. “He was strict and scary at times, but he loved me and taught me that way.”
If this relationship seems really violent, it’s because you’ve only scratched the surface. It is true that the boy’s demands were ruthless, almost like tyranny, but the price of subjugation was sweeter than anything else.
“I will do the same. Even if my older sister, who is not honest like a female, goes astray sometimes, I will never give up and educate her. I will become your favorite fuck house and help you realize the cute, fawning happiness. Be mine forever.”
The younger, but more mature voice of my younger brother gently penetrated my ear. Through her subtle criticism and her jeers, I sincerely reassured her. She made Marguerite, who did not yet know the obedience of other women, wonder why the women of the world did not recognize such a wonderful child.
‘Since when?’
He was truly a pure child who was flawless and clear. If she said she acted like a bitch sometimes, she always had a reason to understand. Like wandering around the lakeside to find my lost jewelry or searching the grass to prepare a gift for my birthday.
‘The origin of this love affair…’
How can a mere name mislead the essence of a person? The Baron was that kind of person ever since he was in Dior, not Ardennes. Despite her harsh and cruel treatment from her wife, she maintained her fidelity to her throughout her life. On the other hand, I also affectionately distanced myself from the wife of my dreams, whom I could have ended up with as long as I crossed the line.
‘Is it simply because he is a child who follows me extremely? Or is it because being handsome and cute stimulates your protective instinct?’
The same was true for the maid who carefully assisted the mother and daughter whom I adored. He expressed his gratitude with all his courtesy and also looked at them without prejudice. As if she proved her sense of responsibility to a woman who happened to have a wild night.
‘No, it’s not like that…’ …’
What’s even worse is that even the women who tried to kill me showed tolerance after some time had passed.
‘It was because he was a sweet child.’
Oriane, Lucien, Françoise, Henrietta, and the dancers.
‘When something sad happens, and you cry silently, he comes right up to you and wipes your tears…’
The submission of these pretty and attractive females was voluntary. Just like the servitude that the female, who was my sister, faced, it was something that anyone who appreciated it could not help but choose it.
‘I am honored that you, who are so kind and considerate, believe in our relationship, so you finally treat me carelessly and use that immorality and pleasure to bring me joy today…’
Even while I was thinking, I was panting and sobbing. Then, suddenly, I became aware of the conditions that my mischievous younger brother had placed on my body in order to rule as the master and male. Because the cock, which was inserted deep enough to press down on the entrance to the uterus, did not move at all even though it was pulsating violently.
“Then, I guess it’s the same reason why you don’t do anything to this sister who is struggling because she desperately wants your presence…”
“Yes, master, it’s too much for a guy who doesn’t even reply when I talk to him. I felt bad because he kept his mouth shut even though he was talking hard. “If you don’t make me feel like you’re tickling me with cutesy touches, I might harass you like this for hours.”
“Oh Hae, I was just briefly distracted by the traces you left…”
No excuses were allowed. Rom, who was looking at his sister who was lying face down, smiled and closed the sentence. Immediately after that, when she realized her mistake and tried to make up for it with her vain expression, she reacted harshly. I knew that adding insults would only make her angry, so I shook her obnoxious butt cheeks instead,
They told me to be polite and beat me up.
Nevertheless, all she could do to appease her younger brother’s anger was to coquettishly coax her and get beaten over and over again. Repeatedly until the red handprints left layers upon layers of sweet peach-like buttocks.
“Ugh…”
I spent about 10 minutes pressing the delicate door of the nursery. I waited for each wrinkle in the narrow and dense vagina to become accustomed to the thick penis. Even if the endless flow of love juice causes a flood or the pleasant tightening accompanied by the occasional flinching signal tempts you.
“Ah, haaah…”
I didn’t let go. I held on in silence until 30 minutes and then an hour passed. The sister, who was tossing and turning her back as if she thought she couldn’t hold on any longer, said,
He told me to obey him and beat him up.
It’s surprising, but it wasn’t just an act of annoyance. It was a process of steaming to fit the cock, which was so large that it was almost ferocious. It may have been dulled by her affection, but Rom’s things were not something that the female, who was a virgin, could accept.
“My sister also has long hair, so I wish I could pull it like a rein. Later, I will pull it tight and plunge it deeper than you could ever imagine. It might hurt because it’s your first time, but it’ll be okay because it’s changing its shape to fit my dick like this.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa…” … !”
“But I’m a little worried. I suddenly remembered what Mar said before. I told you that if you accept everything she complains about because she is immature, you will become spoiled. Rom also doesn’t like being the recipient of cum that doesn’t know how to handle her. Because I hate it, I’m worried that my sister might end up like that.”
The reason I left it for a few more hours even though I spoke in a tone that seemed to express my concerns was probably because I wanted to make sure. In a dream where the passage of time is meaningless, it doesn’t matter how much you tame it until you feel like it.
And again, press.
I was pushed into a corner to the point where I thought I might lose my mind. Not only the length and thickness, but also the prominent pillars from the glans to the prominent blood vessels, the shape extending like a thunderbolt, and only when everything was engraved, was the opportunity for salvation finally given.
“You know what would you say if you were allowed to say just one word?”
The answer was already decided. Marguerite, who had spouted out a curse, seemed to blink her eyes in confusion, but then she opened her mouth. He immediately spoke as if he were conveying his condolences to his younger brother, who had been suppressing and controlling him behind the scenes.
“I am obedient…”
Your cum-sucking female answers your call.
“My sweet little Lord…”
Please accept the repentance of this poor nun.
