Tonight， Your Wife Will Be Mine. 103

Chapter 103 – 10. Flowers in Both Hands (3)

The three cockhouses who were lying on the bed staring at the head of the bed raised their butts. I buried my face in the soft pillow and made a scenery for my west side with my body on the thick blanket. It was immoral to see all the beauties, each with different charms, all at once making fun of her own buttocks her.

Wife, Oriane Lemoant.

Young lady, Lucienne Lemoang.

Maid, Francoise.

Rom scanned the females I had conquered one by one from the right and slowly approached them. With one hand, I gently stroked my dear wife’s buttocks first, and at the same time, I watched her waist her tremble slightly, and at the same time, I watched her unprotected vagina dripping with her love juice her.

“It’s nasty.”

I ran my long middle finger across her genital area her, and water dripped from my finger her. It was a far cry from nobility. She said she didn’t need a chattering mouth unless she was serving the West.

Slap!

Rom slapped Oriane on the butt her. Burying her face in her pillow, she gave her a slight bend at the waist, and she quickly regained her composure. Still, on the other hand, she spilled water again through the crack, perhaps feeling the excitement of the harsh rebuke or scorn.

Slap, slap!

So the baron did as his female he wished. Even though his beloved daughter and her exclusive lady-in-waiting her were by his side his, he pushed hard as if it were just the two of them. Like a celestial woman, she urged the beautiful Marquis Lady to abandon her innate elegance and become a more risque female.

Slap, slap, slap!

Her ass her, white and bouncy without a single speck, was reddish. What looked like a ripe peach was very desirable. More than anything, the way she was holding her breath while she giggled and let out her small moan was her masterpiece.

“It’s Orian.”

Rom called her name her in a low pitched voice. Holding her lower body up on her knees, she turned her head to her side and barely made a sound. It was worth seeing that the corners of her eyes were widened, perhaps because she had been hit on the buttocks one after another.

“Nehheet, West Nim…”

“Where did the bitch who tried to be an example go, and only this disgusting cockhouse remains?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

She answered, barely swallowing her cry. But Rome still didn’t like her, so he spread her palms and gave her a few more blows. She was reddish, to the point where her cheeks her, which had been pink, turned completely red.

“What are you sorry about?”

A quiet question was not one that required an answer. Still, Oriane struggled to answer, catching her breath at intervals.

“It was before the West dared to touch it, but I spilled dirty chewing juice…”

Damn! He slapped her wife on the butt one last time and put his thumb and middle finger together. He rubbed a very thick finger on the back of a noblewoman he rarely touched. And he warned her, who was trembling at her subtle and tender feeling of her.

“Then you will be punished?”

“Yes…”

“I’m going to chew nonstop, so bear with me until I say I’m done. If you leave even once, I plan to punish you more severely, so keep that in mind.”

“Well, if that is the will of the West…”

It was a very obedient attitude. Rom, who was somewhat satisfied, folded his thumb, perhaps assuming that it was not yet time. After that, he slowly thrust his thick, long middle finger into her dense, cramped vagina.

Then, gradually increasing his speed, he made the bedspread wet with the love juices of the vulgar female.

Steamed, steamed, steamed.

The right hand his was mobilized to scold the wife he favored the most. Next, Rome, who showed interest in the maid furthest to the left her, reached out with another hand and stroked her butt her. Just like Oriane, the voluptuous yet tangible flesh was indeed that of a female with overwhelming breasts.

“Lord, master…”

Francoise hesitated. Even with such a voluptuous body, she had a slim waist and sharp erect muscles, and she looked very nervous, perhaps because she thought I would be scolded like the lady.

“I didn’t know, but Françoise has pretty hair.”

But it wasn’t. The baron’s left hand, unlike his right her, was more interested in tidying up the auburn hair that strewn across her bed her. Gathering his long, slick legs together like horsehair in a clenched grip, he pulled them lightly.

“Thank you, thank you…”

The neatly exposed nape of the maid’s neck her eventually naturally curled back behind her. She did n’t pull that hard, so it did n’t lift her body her, but it seemed doable for the power she gave.

Roman, who liked her hair her, long enough to reach over her hipbones and to her thighs her, wrapped it around her left hand as if it were a rein for her. It was her intention to be ready to pull at any time, depending on the occasion.

“I’ll poke you too, so take it easy. Unlike Oriane, he will soften you. You can go as much as you like, so enjoy it as much as you like.”

“Go, thank you. I will work hard to show you my dirty body so that you can enjoy playing with it like a toy…”

“It is wonderful just to hear it. Could it be that the maid who used to yell at her has become so loyal all of a sudden?”

“Considering his relationship with the young lady, it’s not like he’s really an adult now…”

Indeed, it was a loyalty that Lucienne could have favored for a long time. Grinning at the fact that she was more effective than her assistant her, who used her pleasure as bait, he brought her her hand her, where her maid’s hair was wrapped around her, to the crack in her cleft her. Even then, with a generous length, he easily invaded her vagina her.

She caressed it with great care, gauging how wrinkled it was and how narrow and dense it was.

Squeak, sizzle.

The movement of her left hand her, which was embarrassingly soft with her right hand her, quickly captivated the woman, who had no particular male experience. Like her wife her, she was mushy inside her, perhaps because she had been forced to pose early, and, though you could n’t tell her superiority or inferiority her, she was very comfortable.

It was definitely different from the quality of Mrs. Changbaek, who felt cramped and cramped because she did not accept men except for one night to give birth to her daughter her. That of her maid was characterized by her being trained to give pleasureful gradual control with her fingers her and all her lewd instruments her going for her mistress her.

Stinky, and fluffy again.

It was a really good feeling to enjoy leisurely. If Oriane was the one who immediately evoked a sense of ejaculation because she committed stealthily, violently, or always strongly clamped down, Françoise was a woman who could enjoy various reactions even if it was not penetration.

The cause was probably the existence of a same-sex lover.

“Lucienne, you must have tamed it like this, right?”

Rome, who was busy moving her hands her, called for the last time the young lady caught between her wife and her maid her. Even while they were thoroughly humiliated, she used her anger differently than before, or calmly cared for the young lady who didn’t try to resist.

“Answer me.”

“Why do you ask, you idiot…”

It was she who replied in a muffled voice in her feather-stuffed pillow. Rom, who was somehow so cute, burst into laughter at her, and she pushed his erect cock her against her waist her. Even though she was quite a distance away, the penis of her was so thick and long that it was not difficult to touch her vaginal opening of her.

Tuk-tuk, with a vicious and stiff glans like a hook.

“Open your pussy with both hands.”

“… Ruler.”

The young lady, who had placed her hands under her where her face her was buried, supported herself with one of her heads her. After that, as she commanded, she obediently took a handful of her plump ass and opened her vagina. She obeyed her former husband her, revealing the pink flesh hidden under her milk-white skin and the clitoris beneath it.

“Keuk-kuk, I need to see for myself how you look.”

“Don’t make fun of me…”

“Okay, okay.”

It was embarrassing enough to make me want to die, but the fact that I didn’t have to show my face her was comforting.

“Ah, but I have to ask how you feel now.”

“Kuh…”

Conversely, Rome, who felt sorry for that, continued to spit out words to bring out the shame of her young lady. Even though she was already aware that she had already crossed over to me halfway through, she mischievously spat out the whole process as if she were trying to put it in her memory.

“Your mother and maid, whom you adore so much, are both submissive under me. One year is being stabbed nonstop and I’m trying hard not to climax somehow, and one year is being stabbed sweetly so I don’t know what to do, so I groan.”

“Romuald… !”

“It’s a moment when her wife her, who was so cruel, sacrifices herself, and it’s a bit regretful if she just eats it. In that sense, it would be nice if you could entertain me a little.”

Of course, the sight of the three females raising their hips side by side was full of joy. However, considering the position of Rom, who devoted his life to this, her grumpiness her was aegyo.

“You are really small…”

“If you really think so, then you don’t have to.”

Lucienne frowned at her. She narrowed her brows and furrowed her eyebrows again. Of course, since it was her face her in the pillow, he was the only one who could tell her expression her.

“Bad kid…”

If it was this man, he wouldn’t have cared too much if he could have known as well as I did. He was intriguing, and if you teased him in a more mischievous manner, he would bother you, for he was not a man so naive as to be genuinely offended.

“Are you saying you don’t like it?”

“…”

A past life is just a past life. Even so, Lucienne felt her guilt and sense of debt to Rome. A man who was fed up with living as a ruthless man like this accepted such a sincere fall just for me.

“Sir, West…”

Now she wanted to reciprocate his devotion and respond to his affections. That was the reason why the arrogantly proud young lady was here now.

“I’m sorry that Angkaljin bitch has been so mean…”

Lucienne gently wiggled her raised buttocks. She could not express it all in words, but she whispered to her ex-husband her, who was her supreme and pure her, that he could tame him as long as he could. So she flattered at last with a voice full of coquetry.

“As an apology, I will dedicate a bijou with my mother. And I’ll become your lewd motherfucking wife, and I’ll prepare it carefully so that you can enjoy fucking and eating my body every day…”

As if pleading for a small hole, he took it to the glans that was twitching in front of her eyes and then recited dirty words.

“I hope you enjoy it…”

And from that point on, Lucienne Lemoang’s psychological resistance gradually began to crumble.

“You are so special.”

Every time I opened my mouth, I added a few words to Rome, who tickled his wet gap with a large object, completely forgetting the existence of Oriane and Françoise, as if pouring out his suppressed emotions.

“Yeah, from now on, I’ll wrap my mom and bijou in a way that makes them easy to eat…”

Squeak, sizzle.

“In order to prove that the three of us are cock-draining bitches who only serve the West, we’ll get a tattoo that resonates with your feelings here on the lower belly…”

Squeak, sizzle.

“Because I’ll cast all the spells that will make you crazy if you don’t get eaten by the West even for a day, and the more you obey, the more pleasant your pleasure will be, and the more you obey, the more fulfilling your life will be…”

Squeak, sizzle.

“So, so…”

Squeak, sizzle.

“Don’t hate me…”

Finally, Lucienne, unable to control her intense emotions and weeping, spoke. And as if waiting for her words, Rom pushed her waist forward as hard as he could, penetrated her vagina at once, and pressed down on her cervix to answer.

“What nonsense.”

“Ahh, kyaaak… !”

“Why do I hate you?”

Just as he longed for a loving wife.

“I love you.”

Calm down.

“So, I’ll tell that body clearly today.”

Even the cunning young lady and the admirable maid will all be mine.