Chapter 159 – 15. Reception (9)
It was necessary to adjust the pace, such as rest, even during the days of the reception burning with passion. So, leaving behind the love affair of the first day, the Marquis Marquis, enjoying her personal time with her, quietly immersed herself in reading in her room her.
Until the baron, who returned from a brief fun in the underground harem, finds me.
It was already night outside the window, so the sun setting over the horizon presented a wonderful twilight scene. And, as if to explain the reason for the moon not yet rising, Mrs. Lemoyens, Oriane, stood up and closed the book she was reading, smiling brightly.
“Welcome.”
Wearing a light nightgown, her hair hanging down comfortably was far from her hairdo her. And yet, anyone who saw her in her eyes would say this in unison. Indeed, it is a wastewater flower that will put even the brightly shining moon to shame.
“It is very late. Have you eaten yet?”
“Yes, how was your dinner?”
“As always, I was satisfied. Except that there was no word from her husband her, who went to call for her daughter her.”
“It’s my fault that has no excuse.”
The living space of the old castle has been transformed into a winter residence and many improvements have been made. The poor heating was by far the most felt part. The fire in the fireplace passed through the bottom of the room and warmed it up, bringing an unprecedented sense of coziness.
Thanks to that, even in her daily life her, Oriane, wearing pajamas made of thin fabric rather than thick wool, had a unique color. Because she was able to appreciate her breasts her, which showed her presence her in a distinct shade in the defenseless life of an elegant lady, and even the nipples that protruded from above.
“Just joke. Even so, I’m not jealous every time something like this happens. Besides, I like that you have more women. I don’t know if other people see me as crazy, but my husband has the right to do that.”
“Well, I think that maid is enough for her ex-wife and daughter her.”
“How lovely is my spouse who looks at me even with so many beauties. I also like the feeling of immorality from being just a female in bed. Not to mention the tension of being in a position to compete for favorites.”
Only her disposition her is different, but her mother and daughter her are alike. Oriane strode up to her her rom her and stroked his beard her. Although he was a man who became a superhuman due to the mystery of his previous life, his hair still grew thick.
“Dear Romuald, please do not hesitate to go the way you wish.”
“Not anymore. There’s no reason to be like that because you’re married to the most beautiful mother and daughter in the world.”
“Yeah, I’m glad that’s the case.”
With a thin smile on her soft lips, the wife turned away from her. She headed to her ensuite bathroom and rummaged through the drawers under the sink and brought back tools in a basket woven from tree trunks. With one light step, she slipped her husband by the collar and forced him into her comfortable chair.
“By the way, baron, I think it’s about time to shave?”
“Looks like I don’t have the right to refuse, but the reason she bothered to ask…”
“Take care, honey.”
Visor! The pure silver chess shone with a luster. In the blink of an eye, Oriane, who mischievously pointed the knife she had picked up at her neck her, glared at her rom her. He naturally raised his hands and replied, expressing his intention to surrender soon.
“My dear Orianne, my beard has been getting in the way of me lately, and I hope you can straighten it out.”
“Right.”
Finally, the satisfied wife took out a towel with a luxurious texture from the basket. She wasn’t particularly angry, but she fluttered it around her husband’s neck her. She served with a skillful touch, like a skilled cotton guru.
“It’s a towel made of musk ox hair. Even when wet, the hair does not shrink and is soft, so there is nothing like it when wiping the skin.”
“Oh, the gift from Temur?”
“Right. And unlike before, I obtained these silver swords and other supplies by asking for them myself. I want to personally take care of trimming the beard of the future Ji-abi.”
Orianne set the basket down on the table next to her chair and took out one by one her collection of her. A towel made of musk ox hair, a sieve made of pure silver, scented oil squeezed from mint that was ground directly and soap to lather, a handmade shaving brush airlifted from the capital, a bowl made of ebony wood, and a whetstone provided exclusively for sharpening blades, up to the belt.
“Well, I just felt it…”
“What?”
“You are more serious about this work than I thought.”
Orianne chuckled, covering her mouth with her sword-free hand. With an amused look on her face, she took a step away and made an exaggerated gesture. She gently lifted the hem of her skirt with her hand her, which was also idle, and nodded in greeting.
“Baron Ardennes, thank you for visiting my little barber shop today.”
“What do you pay for here?”
“Your very own shaver wishes are simple. It’s enough to just leave this role as mine forever.”
Rom nodded silently. Of course, but it couldn’t have been.
“Huh, then I’ll consider you agreeing?”
“The shaver is very generous. To think that he would endure such painstaking effort just to confirm the rights he already had.”
“Where is that?”
The bewitching wife took her bowl with her thin, fine fingers. The containers that emanate the deep color of ebony wood were divided into large and small ones. She then poured boiling hot water from the kettle on the table, which she did not know when she had reserved.
The large bowl was first used to moisten by steaming an extra towel. The small bowl was intended for lathering, so I carefully sliced the soap with a sieve. Then, after stowing her knife back, she grabbed the handle of the shaving brush.
Squeak, squeak.
It bubbled up with a pleasant sound. All preparations ended there. Oriane, moving her hands busily, pressed her lips against Rom’s cheek her and whispered in his ear her.
“There is also a special service that only Baron Arden can enjoy.”
“Oh, I can’t help but ask that.”
“Are you curious?”
Until she met him, she was a woman who could not be so innocent. But after crossing over with her true life partner her, here’s Mrs. Fully bloomed. He has become an existence that spreads noble sensuality and alluring charm all over the world.
“It feels like a slender female girl is working hard on your strong and dignified body.”
“It must be a riddle.”
“Isn’t it a bad habit to push and pull too much?”
“Why would someone who knows me well do that?”
A roar of laughter spread through the air. Covering Rome’s face with her warm, moist towel, she flicked her tongue around her ear. Her hearing her, which is naturally sensitive in cancer, was disturbed by the strange female noise.
The hand that put down his tool stretched out to the dance of his pants and squeezed it sweetly. Contrary to my expectations that he would be drooping, as if he had sensed a strange atmosphere, he pressed his half-erect penis with his thin hand. She aroused a new male who had just excreted desire with masturbation, which could not have been more lyrical.
“You know what? The barber shop that only the baron can find is run by a very lewd woman.”
“It’s even lovely there.”
“I heard that the special service is extremely sincere. While he shaves his beard, he uses his pretty hands her to massage his vicious penis her until it withers. Even then, he called the thing that did n’t sink a cock, and slapped her breasts with her fleshy breasts to the point that her shoulders felt sore.”
“I think I found something to correct. I want it to be after I shave, not while I shave.”
“Oh, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to finish her tidying up after hours?”
Oriane, who had quietly removed her hand her, washed her hands carefully in the sink in her bathroom and returned. She then checked Rom’s face as her skin her was thoroughly wet and she again picked up the bowl of her shaving brush. As she dabbed her white foam all over her face, she chatted.
“When you’re done, why don’t you beat her ass until it’s red and swollen, saying that her shaving was terrible?”
“Sometimes your wife’s setting is so exaggerated that it’s hard to follow…”
“I pretend not to be my baron, but I know you enjoy it.”
“Well, your charm makes it inevitable.”
The hands that were satisfied inside were warm and moved quickly. Even then, there was no mistake in painting the foam, so it was a really great skill. The couple, who confirmed the fact that only dramatic moments do not necessarily become long memories in ordinary but extraordinary everyday life, continued their conversation in a deep sense of sympathy.
“It just occurred to me, is n’t there a better way to play than chewing on her while strangling her?”
“Can you be specific?”
“Like putting her on the bed and putting her head, her back and stabbing her throat…”
“Ah, then you’ll be able to black out the nipples and clitoris as you please!”
“It’s new, but you don’t even pretend to hate it anymore.”
“I think it would be better if only one breast was intensively beaten. Then, when I feel like I’m loosening up a bit, I pinch my nipples…”
“I think I heard somewhere that if you pinch it too hard, it may fall off.”
“It doesn’t really matter, but do you want to be ugly until you grow up again? Then, with a fist on the lower belly where the uterus is…”
“Do you press hard?”
“Yes? Of course it hits.”
“Please…”
Even if it’s a topic that’s a little far from normal relationships.
