Chapter 17 – 1. Covenant Night (7)
It felt like a thick snake had been put on my face. The body odor, as strong as the heavy weight, penetrated Oriane’s nasal passages. It seemed that it was only a while ago that he cooled his hot lust with vigorous exercise.
‘A terrible male smell…’
I could feel the energy pulsating along my heart on my face. If I was careless, I felt like I would flip my eyebrows without even realizing it. To that extent, from the perspective of Marquis Marquis, it was an object that reminded her of the man she had kept a distance from for a long time.
‘I forgot…’
In the first place, Oriane’s only experience her with men was her dead husband. Even that, she had counted on her hands since she became pregnant with Lucienne, and since she conceived in the first night, it was more than ten years since she was conceived.
‘I don’t like it…’
Yes, Gerard Lemoyn was horny. Respecting her her but her wife her as her companion her, he behaved all the way so that she would not get caught up in his philandering activities her. Of course, there was nothing to force it in a few sleepovers.
‘It’s only natural that I don’t like this kind of filth…’
Oriane’s lips parted. With her her rouge her, her bright red tongue her protruded lazily between her even redder lips her. Every time she tried to speak, the smell of her articles her naturally came with the breath she had to exhale and inhale.
‘It must be so, but why…’
Her body was free. Even though her back pocket her, which she was carrying right away, was also bound by the covenant, only the act was voluntary. So if it was something I really didn’t like, it would have been nice to relax. If I showed rejection or appealed with tears, there was a high probability that this article would be considerate of me again.
But Oriane didn’t.
Furthermore, for whatever reason, it gave her a strange feeling of defeat. It was because she had the feeling that she could n’t resist her penis her placed over her own face her as a result. It was because she had to conceive the vulgar words of phallus and penis with a mouth that she had never even put into her mouth her.
“Start, I will…”
It was something that looked like it would explode because the blood couldn’t keep flowing. I could see that it was true that she wanted me that much. What about the fact that he endured for two days in this state? Not to mention, Rom was a body that could attack and covet me as much as he wanted. Still, he was a man who kindly melted away his fatigue with a massage.
Cause and circumstances, favor and gratitude.
All those feelings were tangled together to give birth to a clue to affection. It was a really complicated feeling, but it was. Orianer Le Moyne had a crush on her her own knight her, her her Rom Dior her. Although she had turned away because the method was so blatant and radical, she was now definitely facing it.
My wish to please this man.
“That…”
Then Oriane looked up at Rom. The sight of her scarred handsome man looking down at me was definitely creepy. All of a sudden, the indifferent expression and even the angle matched, reminding me of a bad article in a sensual novel we read together.
“If there is something lacking, please guide me…”
Do not make eye contact recklessly. You shouldn’t even go against your planting. When you serve with your mouth, you must always rejoice from the heart and from the bottom of your heart. Even so, there are a few more rules to follow. It is the point of kissing the lips strongly toward the urethra and the glans and expressing respect.
Side.
Oriane turned his face to Rome and kissed his urethra her. As I moved along my head to avoid accidentally bouncing the fluttering object, I received the water that flowed out for a few seconds.
“Chi, thank you for allowing a lowly female to serve…”
Then she looked up at Rom and said hello, just like the wife in the novel did. She was forced, but so she dedicated the kiss a second time, experiencing the feeling of a more ecstatic relationship.
Side.
This time it took a little longer. After dozens of seconds had passed, Oriane finally lifted her lips and carefully cut the long, transparent layer of water with her tongue. And after that, she always looked up at Rom like before and opened her mouth.
“Ah, I will serve you lovingly as a female mouth pussy…”
She was an ambassador that even a prostitute who sold her body her for money would not do easily. She was a far cry from the lofty status of a foreigner, and it was a phrase she never thought she would ever say out loud in her entire life. It wasn’t such a wrong idea because Oriane didn’t know about this corruption until just a few days ago.
A knight who suddenly approached me and a book he gave me.
Other than that, the elegant lady’s night was still as usual. Unfortunately, however, she learned the pleasure of immorality that I did not know about, the joy of playing with a man who had wrong lust for me, and how to get bad pleasure by claiming to be a female.
So again, side.
Her lips her, which always contained only fine and beautiful words, calmly approached Rome, asking him to calm down. In the meantime, she silently accepted the steady stream of his outer garments her, and finally, just before the time of overgrowth, she broke away and made her own long thread.
“I hope you enjoy it…”
Oriane bowed her back as if bowing to an object held out in front of her eyes. Her back her was still intact, and it was very nice to see the shape of her big breasts distorted under her knees her. It was perfect that she never showed signs of doing so until she gave her signal to stop, as when greeting her grown-ups.
‘This is the position of the female…’
As if Rom had stopped, he tapped her finger on her armrest her. And Oriane, who raised her body again, realized it again when she saw the red rouge lip marks on his large glans of her.
‘I am this man’s female…’
The rouge made by craftsmanship does not spread easily. It’s easy to paint, but it’s like getting buried somewhere. It is impossible unless it is repeated several times. So Aurianne Le Moin saw the obvious marks on his things her and reminded herself that she was a female.
Side, side, side.
Rejection is temporary. In such a given environment, anyone has no choice but to become a female. More than anything, I desperately want it myself. It would be a lie if there was no hesitation, but this vast night time will gradually teach you how to obey.
Side, side, side.
Thus, these heavy burdens, all of which were carried on behalf of the owner of the frozen land, will be thrown away for a while and made it possible to focus on pleasure.
Side, side, side.
Oriane offered his lips her eagerly. As for all of Rom’s swanky things her, he dyed them red so that he could n’t help but see his mark her as a female. In between, the droplets formed in the urethra of his, I did not miss it with my tongue, and I did not miss it, and in the end, I wiped his body odor with my face.
Side, side, side.
The action gradually escalated. Oriane sometimes pushed his head her deep inside his thigh her to kiss him. She licked her feverish scrotum meticulously with her tongue to cool it off while climbing up her pole to finish the foreplay.
“Whoops, whoops…”
It wasn’t long before the thick smell of cock permeated her breath. Her mucus and mouth her, sticky with saliva, were set to the right temperature to serve Rome comfortably. Just like he said earlier, it was a mouth to use as a splendid jism dripper.
“Huh…”
The disheveled hair of her was tidied up by shaking her head from side to side like a bitch shaking off water. I was worried that my hair might get mixed up with Rom’s stuff in my mouth.
“Chu-eup, chu-huu…”
It was big enough to make my jaw fall off, but I didn’t have time to act tough. Because it was such a thick item, I had to pay all my attention to make sure it didn’t rub against my teeth.
And by the time I got used to using my mouth.
Oriane slipped her head back and looked up at her rom. She was intensely motivated as she sensed the sense of conquest and the resulting pleasure lingering in his gaze disguised as an emotionless face.
‘More dedicated…’
I want to make up for the mistake I made just before. But it’s not necessarily because I want such an absolution. Just as this man did for himself, I also wanted to do my best to serve him. I wanted to pursue my opponent with pure purpose without any other calculations.
“Chuuuuu…
Oriane, moving her tongue as she drooled over her drool, searched for Rome’s pleated belt. The tip of her tongue her lightly licked the sensitive area under her glans her one after another. She never used her mouth in bed with her husband her, but she continued to try something of hers based on what she had seen in her books her.
“Hueup, jjook…”
Her head her moved backwards and forwards. I could n’t even hold half of her, but her eyes kept her getting dark from the object hitting her neck her. She did n’t stop because she did, of course, she just tried to direct her eyes her towards her rom her for visual satisfaction.
“Puha…”
A small puddle formed under the thighs of her, which were rubbing in pain. It was made of dripping love juices as if it had been leaked. At least because he was on his knees, he was able to prevent only the shame that Rom could see, but it was a limit anyway.
Oriane wanted a man for the first time in her life.
More primal, she wished to be violently fucked.
She was so eager to ejaculate her rom as quickly as possible that she would do anything she could. It was hard to believe that she had just learned the skill, so she mobilized everything she had. Her large glans her buried her head deeper, not caring whether or not it touched her uvula her, and her rouge on her lips her renewed tree-ring marks on her pillars her.
“Sir, would you please… ?”
“Open your mouth.”
“Whoah…”
With makeup smeared here and there on a face full of water, the eyes feel conquering pleasure.
The auditory sense of superior pleasure from the gasping moans and the sweet pleasures that followed.
The sense of smell is a devastating pleasure with a thick body odor that is not befitting of a high status.
And the last sense of touch was satisfied by voluntarily pinching open a throat that no one had ever invaded.
“Don’t spill a single drop.”
“Yeah…”
It was a new record as a female.
