Chapter 102 – 10. Flowers in Both Hands (2)
The fire of the hot log soared in the antique fireplace. The dry air was so hot that it stung my eyes. It was a common feeling in the northern part of the country, where open fires were frequently lit to heat up the interior even in rooms without a sense of living.
“Are you Orian?”
His eyes his were puffy and his lips his were dry. To prevent this unpleasant irritation, spraying after pouring water into a round bowl is the safest way. Alternatively, there is also a method of inducing natural moistening by arranging pots of plants full of moisture.
“Yes…”
Among them, Rom chose a particularly promiscuous method. I ordered my favorite bitch to squat down, her tongue extended forward and her arms her pressed against the back of her head, revealing her smooth armpits.
Unlike her daughter or her lady-in-waiting, Lady Baek, who removed the cumbersome pajamas, was naked without a single thread on. So, as a woman of a noble status, her mouth her dripping from her upper and lower mouths her was never seen, and she was indeed lewd.
“Right.”
Rom was brainwashed. After that, she turned to Lucienne and asked casually.
“What are you doing, Lucienne?”
Oriane smiled and held her stance. Even in the presence of her daughter and her maid her, she tried not to lose her vulnerability her. As he intended, she served as an example to the other two females, while before she knew it, she formed a small puddle between her legs.
“You should go to your mother.”
It was a space where hot heat and cold air were harmonized together. To that extent, the love juice that the lady drank was soon reborn as a wonderful moisture. Rome tried to fill the temperature and humidity of the dry room. Even your own pleasure.
“Oh…”
Lucienne hesitated. The sense of resistance between being forcibly violated and voluntarily giving one’s body is clearly wrong. Although the hatred of her was alleviated by peeking into the memories of her previous life of hers, she was still acting like a bitch to a man she was hostile to just a few hours ago.
It was natural that it was difficult.
“You can go back if you don’t like it.”
Laughing, Rome looked at Françoise and snapped his fingers her. It was to get her maid to help her undress, either through the cracks on her nipples or through her barely-covering undergarments of her. With her auburn hair hanging down, she was very docile even while her mistress her was being ridiculed.
“Isn’t that what I did?”
“Master, excuse me…”
“Oh, take it off from the front so you can touch your breasts.”
“Yes.”
In a snap, Rome took her big breasts into her hands her and began to massage them freely. She was in trouble as her maid who helped her undress, but she didn’t mind. It was not the position of service that mattered to her.
“I’m sorry about the size of your udder.”
Damn! He slapped Françoise’s breasts and spat out her swear words. It was just something a vulgar man would say. Considering the fact that he usually maintains a gentlemanly attitude, it was quite an intentional action.
“I’m sorry, sorry…”
To prove herself worthy of a noblewoman with an obscene nature and a wicked occultist.
“It tastes good when you hit something that is full of elasticity.”
A kind of declaration towards Orianne and Lucienne, the Marquis mother and daughter.
“But why is this one still standing upright?”
Before long, the naked Rom stood tall. She went over to Lucienne, who was still hesitant, and caressed her cheek. Enjoying the vibrations of her ex-wife her, who trembled at her humiliation her beyond her soft skin her, he spoke consolingly.
“Lucienne, I never forced you.”
“Oh, I know…”
“If you feel like you can’t do it, why don’t you just go back?”
“I will… !”
The young lady, who had been fussing while looking down at the poor ground, eventually gave in. In her see-through black negligee her, she took the same pose next to her mother her squatting. Her hands her cupped and brought to the back of her head, her tongue sticking out so that saliva dripped onto the floor.
“It looks good.”
All that was left was Françoise. Said Rome, who had been playing with her voluptuous maid’s breasts over and over again.
“Bring me a chair.”
“Yes, master.”
A seat with a soft cushion on a sturdy tree was prepared. Sitting lightly, he repeatedly slapped Françoise’s breasts her. I enjoyed watching her ridiculously large and heavy breasts, her blush and sway in the hands of her dignified man.
“I feel it every time I see it, but it’s a really vicious chest.”
“Then…”
“I don’t know if it’s in the center, but I think it’s hard to find underwear that fits your body in the dressing room in the north?”
Slap! The maid nodded as she closed her eyes tightly at her tingling energy her. Perhaps because she had been thoroughly educated by her young lady from an early age, her straight nipples of her were impressive. Especially since she could not hide it with underwear that was smaller than a handkerchief and thinner.
“That’s why I make and wear them myself…”
“You mean what you’re wearing right now?”
“Sometimes, the lady ordered something…”
“I think I know.”
Rome pointed to the floor in a seat a short distance from her chair. She became exactly the same there, where Orianne and Lucienne were, and she demanded that they obey.
“Okay, go aside.”
“Yes, master…”
It was truly spectacular. Her wife her, the young lady, and the maid were all showing off their lascivious acts like bitches. Two of them were mother and daughter, and the other two were lovers, so I thought there could be no relationship more decadent than this.
The baron, arms folded lightly, silently took the three females into his field of vision.
She smiled as she watched the voluptuous wife shake her legs as if she was a little tired. Like her nickname of Winter Stone, she was delighted to see the perfect young lady blushing in disgrace. Her slender arms and slim waist, voluptuous breasts, and wide hips made her stand out. With that expression looking up at her, she felt lust.
“You look happy, Oriane.”
There was nothing to say. Because her hair her, with her radiant blonde hair gracefully raised, had a vulgar and enchanting expression that was colorless. It was obvious that she was breathing heavily from excitement, her nipples her stood out well, and her clitoris her tightened like a bead.
“Because it’s good…”
“What about showing your true colors and panting next to your daughter?”
“Sure, how thrilling…”
A bewildering eye smile turned to Rome. Like an unbridled colt, the woman, who had nothing to be reluctant to do anymore, sang lewd praises like a priest serving her god her. Even so, she gulped down the saliva in her mouth her, as if she wanted to indulge her pleasure quickly.
“I expected this to happen in the end…”
Oriane alone shook her head. Her hazy eyes her already looked amused.
“It’s a pity that she doesn’t feel nervous because she’s afraid of being caught, but I’m still glad that her mom is such a great fucking house. As her benevolent wife and her mother her, you can be a girl who sets an example for Lucienne…”
Hagiya, it is never common for a mother and daughter to serve the same man at the same time. Moreover, it would be even more so if it originated from the will of the two people.
“Ah, my daughter’s life dedicated to the West…”
Rom, who liked her rather virile words, called her close.
“Come on.”
Inside the thighs, between the crotch, there are traces of water.
Her legs trembled because it was too harsh for a delicate aristocratic woman.
“I’m glad you seem satisfied.”
Even so, Oriane just approached cautiously. She behaved like a loyal pet. She knelt down by the arm of his chair her, arranging for her to reach out and stroke her hair her whenever she felt comfortable.
“In that sense, how should we start the first night with the three of us?”
“Eh, I’m embarrassed, but I think you mislabeled it.”
Rom tilted her head as if she were puzzled. She met her gaze with him, and Orianne laughed briskly as she slurped her daughter and her maid, who were oozing with saliva and juices. She fawned as she scolded in a tone of contempt the two people she was so dear to her.
“Three people, there are only three of Mr. Seo’s cockhouses, which are no more than livestock…”
It was an aegyo that was so subtle that it made me laugh out loud.
“Oh, that’s what I heard.”
Marquis Marquis, who was elegant and dignified, did not stop even then. He continued to look at her as he continued to speak. As the saying goes, everyone can spend their first night together in a monumental way.
“What is there to worry about in the West? Just remember my daughter’s disgusting appearance her in her previous life her and eat it all the time. He slapped her on the cheek as much as he wanted, slapped her on her breasts and buttocks her, and finally strangled her by the scruff of her neck.”
She’s incredibly sweet and virile, and she can’t believe the words a woman of noble class would ever put out of her mouth.
“In the meantime, I will constantly whisper in your ear words that you will like. She listens to obscene whispers from her mother and irresponsibly cums on her daughter her.”
Suggested such a night outfit.
“I can tell you as much as I would like to say if you are the West who endured her fall for our mother and daughter. How ugly her late husband her was, and her relationship her with him was only a process to give birth to her her one her, a fucking house you would write about. …”
It was also said that her marriage to her to Gerard Le Moin was only destined to give birth to her daughter her, Lucienne, to serve her Rome together.
“The body to be dedicated to the West is shabby, but I will work hard to think of the service that only an aristocratic mother and daughter can provide. I’ll post a suggestion like that. Like Lucienne and I kissing West’s cock between us, or being chewed at the same time and deciding who goes more, and whoever loses gets a penalty…”
In fact, it was a confession of desire disguised as such a dedication.
“Or, just fuck these three horny cum drippers today until they conceive… ” …”
Marquis Marquis’s wish that it would be so continued.
“So that everyone in the Marquis may know. Not enough for the lord himself and his daughter his, but their maids are also getting full at the same time, and they are getting rumors and pointing fingers at them …”
Rome silently glanced at the other two females. She went into preparation to put into practice what she imagined Oriane’s words as her seasoning her. It was realizing that that was the knight of the past, the reason why the Marquis, who had not been recognized by anyone, was in his current position.
Because desire and time are garage and overflowing.
That’s why the baron was able to violate the female profusely in front of him as much as he wanted according to each other’s will.
“While consolidating that we belong only to the West…”
Literally, all night.
