Chapter 107 – 10. Flowers in Both Hands (7)
Romuald Dior is the blood of the Central High House.
It is a fact that many people frequently forget, and sometimes they themselves completely forget. Even though he was born, the man who was the son of a wealthy duke was well-informed about luxury and influence that ordinary people would not have enjoyed.
Even the mansion in the main house had a garden with a clear lake, one of the most beautiful places in the capital, and a bath much larger and more luxurious than that in the royal palace.
“How is the water temperature, Mr. Seo?”
The inn of Fontaine in the east, the grand ducal residence in Tarn in the south, and the villa of the bishop in Grande Mande in the west dare not compare with the buildings owned by his family. Even more so, what about the barren North? Although the bathroom attached to the VIP room at Lemoang Castle was functionally perfect, it was far from splendid.
The water that flowed through the specially designed water pipes to prevent freezing was certainly warm, but it wasn’t that the mineral water gushing from the mouth of the magnificent monster statue or the chandelier holding dozens of gold coins was hung randomly.
“Just right.”
Wooden bathtubs made of conifers were for private use. Since it was not a bath, there were at most one or two people who could soak in it. So Rom was sitting down with Oriane in the place where the water was up to his collarbone.
“It’s nice to touch your cheeky breasts.”
They were two people facing each other. The nape of the Marquis Marquis’s neck, clearly visible under the curled up hair of his, was really strange. It’s not as good as the subtle yukhyang that came out of it. Of course, the most satisfying thing was that I was able to massage her breasts from behind her like a young lover.
Anyway, it was a great atmosphere. Because there was a mood and romance that could not be found in other regions.
Like the maid who was happy to be bathed in hot water under a spout installed on the ceiling, or the young lady who took care of the bath at the sink next to her bathtub, not befitting her status.
“Lucienne?”
Shoot, the young lady, showing off her disheveled figure in the bathroom messed up with the pouring water and steam, approached. While her ex-husband her was teasing and playing with her mother her, he dabbed her with perfume and lathered it with her hands her.
“… Yes.”
Especially between her big breasts and her thighs her under her pubic area her.
“I will begin.”
“You should use respectful words.”
Slap! Rom scolded in displeasure. Biting her lip in her resentment, Lucienne glared at him for a moment, then met her gaze at her and immediately lowered her eyes. She expressed her gratitude with her gratitude her, thinking about her attitude she had shown in the past.
“Excuse me, Mr. West.”
Her arms her, covered in her tough, toned muscles her, were shuttled up and down her, tucking them between the valleys of her bubbling breasts her. So she began to wash all over Rome, promising to give her a luxury that no other man would ever have.
“If there is any inconvenience, please let me know…”
Rainbow-colored drops popped between the white foam. The soft touch was very sensual, to the point that the momentum of the penis, which had been crushed while taking a bath, rose vigorously again.
Kuk-kuk, to the extent that even his wife his, who was sitting on top of him, could feel the stabbing thing.
“Oh my goodness…”
In the gently swaying bathtub, my butt, which was as heavy as its size, stood up for a moment. It was Oriane, who had previously spat out a short exclamation. Sensing her man’s lust her, she tried to sit opposite him, even sticking to her uncomfortable position her in her narrow bathtub.
I grabbed the edge of the bed, raised my upper body, and turned around. Then he carefully lifted Rom’s feet of her, and in the new space he knelt himself. His raised feet his were placed on his shoulders his as if to serve them comfortably, and only his head his was bowed.
“Side…”
It was water from a bathtub deep enough to submerge his whole body except for his head his, but the thing that was erected to the fullest showed the glans to the surface without difficulty.
“Will you punish me for not properly teaching my daughter how to receive cum?” … ?”
Orianne asked, opening her glossy lips while covering her skin her. She glanced at Lucienne for a moment, then she smiled her eyes at her man and opened her mouth wide. He seduced her soft tongue wagging her gently in her red mouth.
“The bitch’s mouth and neck pussy, please make it so that I can’t even breathe…”
It was a masochistic request. She was like a Marquis, who had openly confessed her immoral desires her earlier. Roman, who liked it very much, brushed aside the displeased Lucienne in a half-spoken language, then shrugged her shoulders and asked:
“I think it would be better to set the rules. It won’t be fun if you just do it.”
What is always fun is play. In the same vein, the baron proposed to the young lady who was washing her arms rubbing her breasts her. It would be more fun that way than just accepting the service of a devoted wife.
“What…”
“Masturbate while Oriane dives and serves. If you climax exactly three times, your mother will be released. If not, I won’t let go even if I pass out until I’m satisfied.”
“That, that is far-fetched!”
Embarrassed, Lucienne shouted. She said it was nonsense and tried to refute it, but the victim of the bullying was already trembling slightly from the sense of immorality. Looking at her daughter her with her delightful expression her, she opened her mouth.
“My daughter, are you talking back to the West?”
“That, it’s not like that…”
“I want to honor the one who deserves to be respected. If you continue to do such shameful things, her mother will only be worse off for misbehaving her children’s education. Even so, it is the duty of a bitch to relieve Seo-Bang-nim’s anger.”
The young lady’s heart had already passed. It’s just that I’m not used to expressing it. She is that, because she has lived with an arrogant personality all her life. If she was alone, she would not know, but standing in front of her mother and her maid, she could n’t help but think of her face.
That’s why Rom didn’t even have the intention of going to work, but Oriane was different.
“Francoise, can you help me?”
The mistress of the House of Le Moin, by her stern manner her, tried to correct the wrongs of her second daughter her. Unlike her past her, where she always assumed that her relationship was broken because she lacked herself, now she knew her heart her.
“Yes, madam.”
She called her maid, who was parting her wet hair and squeezing the water out of her, then put her hands behind her back her and said,
“While serving the West in the water, if I can’t hold my breath and try to come up, push me hard. No matter how much you struggle, you can’t let go until you tell me that you have become it yourself.”
“Ah…”
“You know what that means?”
“Ah, I see.”
The puzzled maid looked at her young lady’s eyes, and she nodded. She took a deep breath to catch her breath, and as if she had no intention of delaying, she immediately closed her eyes.
“The bitch is a tool. The important thing for us is to serve the West with all our heart and soul. Even if it takes my breath away, giving pleasure until the end is the duty of a wife of a top house, and I will prove that.”
With a lewd smile, he spat in the direction of Rome and leaned down.
“So, please enjoy it…”
Hueup, Oriane took a deep breath and opened her mouth as it was. She lowered her head deeper and deeper, protecting her glans her with her tongue to keep out the sharp teeth her. She rippled the still water of the bathtub and dived until her radiant blonde hair was wet with a slick of water.
“My lady, come on… !”
“Oh… !”
Shouted Françoise, who restrained Orianne’s arms with her hands behind her back. Lucienne, who had froze for the first few seconds, then brought her hand between my crotch. Forgetting to put down the arm of her rom that was tucked into the valley of her breast her, she played her fingers restlessly.
Squeak, squeak…
Maybe ten seconds passed. No matter how long she held her breath, more than two minutes would be impossible. In her impatience her, Lucienne bit her lip and, covering her shame, popped her clitoris. Like a musician who sings on a stringed instrument, she tried to enjoy her climax by touching her hardened beans at regular intervals.
“Françoise, spread your legs.”
Rom, who was enjoying her leisurely and leisurely service her, ordered her maid to be bored with her right hand her empty. Françoise, who was restraining the arms of the hostess, quickly squatted down and took a comfortable posture for her master to touch.
Squeak, sizzle.
Immediately after her, Ron raised her thick index and middle fingers proudly and touched her maid’s weak points her several times.
“Aww… !”
It was sent in less than 5 seconds. Françoise, who had gushed out her love juice as if incontinent, was stunned for a moment with her cheeks blushing reddish. And realizing that this was some kind of clue her rom her was sending me, Lucienne pushed her own body closer and she whispered.
“Seo-Bang-nim, please chew with your hand…”
There is a limit to what you can feel with a thin female hand. There are no particularly useful tools, and there is not enough time to go get them. All that remains of her are her ex-husband’s thick fingers of her, which she handles as easily as her own child.
“You didn’t like it because you were shy?”
Cleverly realizing this, Lucienne coquettish her mother her, thinking of her mother her, who is about to become a burden to her. As before, she didn’t even utter rude words, and she asked politely with her eagerly pleading eyes.
“Please…”
“I said it was forced.”
“Ah, it was angtal. There will be no such thing in the future…”
Rome mischievously shrugged his shoulders. Leaving the body of her lustful young lady beside her, she continued to play with her vagina her, as if she wanted to play with her maid more. She was so mad with pleasure that she couldn’t even think of loosening the restraints of her master.
“Kuh yup…”
And she was gone by about a minute. Oriane, who had been slowly moving her head up and down in her water, began to rise to her surface. Her slow breathing was evidence of her slow breathing. Thanks to that, the warm and lukewarm sensation in her lower body her had faded, and Rom gave the order her as he slapped the maid on the inside of her thigh her.
“Françoise, Oriane keeps trying to come up.”
“What shall I do, Master… ?”
“Press the back of your head, too. I like the feeling of piercing her esophagus and pulling it out, so I adjust it moderately.”
“Kueup, kuheu…”
Françoise, who swallowed a gulp, nodded his head. In order to faithfully follow the orders of my master, I helped to crush the graceful lady’s head and turn it into a mere tool for self-defense.
Gul-Luck, Gul-Luck.
It took more than ten seconds for the bubble to rise again. Until then, Lucienne, who hadn’t even been there yet, was restless and grabbed Rome’s arm her, which was held between her breasts her, and guided her. He exhaled softly, showing off the sticky, soggy gap between his legs and hers.
“You know, I love you now…”
“It can only be guessed at. Because if you don’t express it, you can’t be sure. That’s why they think we were in that situation in our previous lives.”
“The reason I came to see you today with Bijou was because I had something I wanted to say…”
With a voice that resembles my mother’s her, proving that she is a female who can whisper like this.
“I’m not going to say I’m sorry. Because it was not something that could be forgiven. That’s because what I did to you was a terrible and vicious thing.”
It wasn’t respectful.
“But I’m a cowardly villainess, so I don’t want to be hated by you even if I do that…”
It was an obvious half-word.
“So I tried to swear today. I will give you my body and mind.”
But it was an attitude that was most intriguing to her former husband her.
“I will give you the bijou I loved, my mother who was my lifelong goal, and even the other women I wanted to play with to pass the time. Aunt Henrietta, who is called Spring in the East, Melanie in Summer in the West, your sister-in-law, Autumn in the West, and countless beauties in the center…”
What suited her was the double-sided nature of fighting like a bad-tempered cat, but clinging to her when faced with a crisis.
“So, so…”
Rome smiled lightly and nodded. He put his index and middle fingers between Lucienne’s cracks and said as he prepared to stimulate them sweetly.
“Okay, come here.”
Waited for that
