Chapter 142 – 14. Courtship Competition (2)
The wet glans wiggled up and down. It was evidence that he was not yet satisfied. After belatedly coughing and catching her breath, Oriane looked at the object I was holding with a somewhat regretful look. Then, when Lucienne glared at me and pressed her, knowing that it was her turn her, she reluctantly moved away from her seat her.
“Seobang-nim, your cute Lucienne greets you next.”
In the place of her withdrawn mother her, the young lady knelt with her smile her. Even though she was n’t like that, she spat out her vulgar words, fawned over her, and stretched out her hands to her rom her. She added, carefully holding the two walnut-shaped scrotums in her hands and beginning to tickle her scrotum.
“I don’t know how to be shy like my mother. But she’s just a bitch doing her best as a cock house so that her beloved nanggun can cum coolly. So, please do n’t think about other complicated things and enjoy the cheeky young girl’s mouth her.”
Just like her simple personality her, Lucienne, her greeting her was over. She pursed her blackened lips as she looked up at her rom her with a lewd look in her clear eyes. As if to serve her slimy, vicious-looking glans her with her affection, she cautiously twitched and uttered her voice, leaving behind her black rouge marks her.
“I’ll make it clean…”
Her crimson tongue her flicked outside her lips her. She cleaned her filthy cock her with her lady’s spittle and her drenched skin her. In particular, the hook and under the mushroom-like cap part were emptied cleanly without any debris by raking the ends several times.
“Okay, okay…”
Lucienne, who swallowed what she licked without hesitation, murmured in delight. She made eye contact with her phallus her, which was so ferociously specialized in teasing her woman, that she tilted her face in an ecstatic expression like the girl she was in love with.
“Sniff sniff, keuhheung…”
He put his nose close to her, sniffing the thick male scent her, and then rolled her eyes one after another. Like someone intoxicated with drugs or ecstasy, she felt dizzy and wet her panties with cum. To the extent that people who don’t know her would see her as a slut who could not hide her perverted temperament of her, rather than the Lady of the Marquis, who was called the Winter Stone of the North.
“You know what, Mr. West?”
The black rouge on her soft lips her had a nice gloss like ebony. Unlike her mother her, close to her decadent nightlife her, Lucienne treated Rome’s cock at eye level with her as if it were her own person her. She seemed to him that even the part of her body her that would be treated most filthyly was her precious husband her or his alter ego her.
“The people of that island nation of Britannia have a prejudice that we Gauls are promiscuous. So, in their words, kissing, even in the act of kissing the other person deeply for a long time, they say this is the most explicit and sensual kind.”
Such was the theory of Lucienne Lemoang. She says that the moment she looks at her sky-like husband is only when she looks up to her with her eyes filled with admiration and gives him a sense of conquest. No matter how loyal she is, the only person a bitch can face is a cock.
“The Gallian kiss, a kiss that mixes tongue and saliva and does not part until the breath permits.”
The mystic scholar of the frozen land, who does not give in to anyone, showed a careful obedience to her husband. Lucienne twirled her two fingers lightly around her scrotum her. The more he did, the more he added with a smile as he watched Yodo vomit up her outer shell her.
“Rom-sama, this is a Galian kiss with all my heart and soul to the fucking cock that loves you…”
Just like the prejudice I mentioned earlier, with the soft tone and lithe voice unique to Gallic women.
“Shit…”
Lucienne, who lowered her head and kissed her glans her, closed her eyes. With each breath, she let her saliva flow intentionally, realizing the subtle heat and the smell of her males her nostrils. She did so to cover her phallus her, which was covered with her mother’s saliva her, with her her own her.
“Phew…”
She kissed her for several minutes, ignoring the fact that her saliva her dripped down the pillar and into her scrotum her. Rouge, as black as pitch black, does not only appear on the surface of the skin, but also stains the inside.
And slither.
With her lips pressed together, he carefully pulled out only the soft, blunt tip of his tongue her to stimulate the sensitive area. She bounced from right to left, then from left to right again, her pleated belt stretched tight with an erection.
“Hurup…”
Just as her loyal dog her salivates reflexively before her mealtime, the mouth of her daughter her, who became her bitch her, was also filled with drool. Lucienne, who collected it without intentionally swallowing it, finally finished kissing her and let the saliva she had collected so far drip from her.
“Chufuu…”
In the human body, there is no lubricant as effective as saliva. Lucienne, who felt that the time had come for the first time, looked at Rom for a moment. Her mother her and her exclusive lady-in-waiting her, who stepped out of her seat beside her, also glanced at her. Then she slipped her little finger up and drew something secretly into her baron’s scrotum with her fingernail.
The painting imbued with magic was an aphrodisiac mystery that amplified sensitivity and aroused excitement.
And as if proving that fact, Rom wriggled his eyebrows. For some reason, while tilting at the feeling that her desire her was harder to hold back than before, she watched for a while. Her elated thanks to her, Lucienne opened her mouth wide with her wishful smile and held her glans.
“Haoop, jjook…”
New Rouge marks in black began to appear on the pillars that were already dyed purple. The scrotum of her hand she held by her young lady was shaking as if she were about to vomit the seed inside her. Even though her skills were vastly lacking compared to her mother her, Oriane, the sensations in her lower body her were thrilling.
‘No one else can do this. Only I can give you this joy.’
Jomuljomul, jjijjjijjijjikjjik.
‘Yes, Mr. Seo has the right to rule over our mother and daughter. Even a mom with her smooth face, pretty drop-shaped breasts, narrow waist or easy delivery type hips would be quite useful as a dick house…’
Jomuljomul, jjijjjijjijjikjjik.
‘It’s the same with Bijou. Her breasts and hips are her sizes that people like us can’t help but admit. It would be fun to massage her with her breasts or slap her ass and feel the afterglow after she’s had a good fucking.’
Jomuljomul, jjijjjijjijjikjjik.
‘But, but…’
Jomuljomul, jjijjjijjijjikjjik.
‘Lucienne is your wife, I can’t give up her place in the first house.’
The young lady’s lips her, which she pushed away at the same time as shedding saliva, went deeper and deeper. When I went over her glans her and passed the beginning of her pillar, it was painful because it got caught in her throat her, but even that was overcome within a short time. Proving that her daughter can treat her pretty face like her masturbation tool her, just like her mother did.
‘You said no, but I know. The Spring Stone of the East will be yours. She’ll pickle that nasty, arrogant Aunt Henrietta in her jizz her and bring it to you so that you can sloppily humiliate her. And that pretty sister, Marguerite, who pretended to be concerned about her Rom her as her family her.’
Kkeoktteokkeoltteok, forcibly squeezed the cramped throat of her, and welcomed her so that she could enjoy it like a pussy.
‘It’d be fun to turn an abbess who serves the heavens into a cum-drenched bitch who only serves your cock. Besides, if you tame her, you can sometimes bring a bitch to fuck her for one night whenever she gets tired of us, right? The head of the abbey is where she manages all the nuns in the country. So it’s not hard to get her to give her virginity only off-white, who does n’t know her man her.’
In the meantime, she tried to press her tongue away from her lips, which were trying to keep shut so that her teeth would n’t touch each other. She was so absorbed that her disheveled blonde hair sometimes clung to the base of her pillar or to her scrotum her, but she continued regardless.
‘Winterstone of the North, Lucienne Lemoant will dedicate all the beauties to you. Henrietta LeBlanc, the spring stone in the east, Melanie Tarn, the summer stone in the south, Esmeralda Japiro, the autumn stone in the west, and Marianne de Gallia, the central eternal stone.’
The limit was quickly reached. Unlike her mother her, her young daughter’s technical proficiency was low, and because of that, when she passed halfway through, she was pushed away by herself. She took a deep breath while drooling profusely, looking like a prostitute, not a young lady.
“Cough, Cough… !”
It was a lower grade than expected. However, unlike Oriane, Lucienne did not regret it. Even though she felt somewhat resentful, she focused on doing her best until the end. Even if she is still pushed by her mother her in her experience her, she won’t take away her place her in the chaste house, as if she just needed to know that aspiration.
She was grateful for the opportunity to serve her husband her, even with her humiliated face her on the side of her, messed up.
“I served you with love, Mr. Seo.”
She confessed in a heartfelt voice.
“And unlike her past life, she will be…”
Even if the beginning is weak, she will become a great wife at the end.
