The Debauched Of Antlin

Her h.o.r.n.y s.l.u.tty look complimenting this stalk that is more equine than human.

Ecouraged by this situation, my gaze now falls on the beautiful brown girl whose hand is digging into the pants of the two soldiers, until now a little too lonely.

My heart calms down when my Rhea releases the two s.e.x harder than steel.

After a complicit glance shared between the two beauties, the one who would be named Agathe takes two steps to join my wife.

Now face to face, for my greatest happiness, the two young women look at each other intensely with a pa.s.sion closer to pure desire than to true love.

It is Agathe who first launches the offensive. Boldly, she places her hands at the bottom of Rhea"s warrior outfit, then visibly very eager to discover her huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she gets it into her head to lift the resistant fabric.

To help her friend who is smaller than her, Rhea leans forward a little and raises her arms.

I drool when the red outfit that is too tight begins to slide along her perfect body, until it meet the difficult obstacle that are her two beautiful but monstrous b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

The fabric has difficulty in overcoming the ordeal, yet when I see the big hills with their pink, hard peaks, jump off the outfit and bounce back a few times, my fragile nose of virgin devoted to G.o.d, projects a thick trickle of very clear blood on the parquet flooring.

Her two b.r.e.a.s.t.s that I want so much to suckle now free, my Rhea opens Agathe"s very fine dress.

The modern closure doesn"t resist for long to the expert fingers of my beautiful.

After my wife has removed this dress partially transparent, I have the chance to discover an another wonderful body, which has the consequence of make circulate a second stream of blood flow towards my turgescent glans.

The two girls caress their faces, observe each other, detail themselves, smile at each other, then Agathe puts herself on tiptoes in order to be able to access Rhea"s wet lips.

These two tongues in the open air languorously curling around each other make me completely crazy and from the c.o.c.ks of two soldiers who have just expelled a powerful jet of sperm, I can conclude that my executioners are not in a more comfortable state than mine.

Between the soft caresses that the two young women lavish on their partner"s body and their big t.i.ts, crushed against each other, I think I"m losing my mind and there"s little chance that my pathetic state will improve, when I discover that their hands graciously move towards their lover"s p.u.s.s.y dripping with love juice.

Their technique for giving pleasure to the other is very different. While Rhea briefly t.i.tillates the sticky c.l.i.toris of her accomplice, then carefully spreads her l.a.b.i.a majora to better flatter the entrance of her very wide p.u.s.s.y, Agathe doesn"t bother with such preambles and goes to the point by violently penetrating my beautiful with two of her fingers.

Second after second, to allow her lover"s little fingers to move more freely inside her, Rhea"s narrow p.u.s.s.y dilates.

Her little hole spits out so much juice that, laying her eyes on the waxed floor already soaked and feeling the liquid streams landing on her legs, Agathe kneels down.

I don"t blame the two other soldiers who have just e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed on the face of the beautiful brunette, because I myself have soiled my toga a long time ago.

An exciting sucking noise brings me back to reality.

I completely forget this little detail, to concentrate on the beautiful scene that immediately makes my c.o.c.k stiffen again.

On her knees, with her head stuck between Rhea"s contracted thighs moaning lovably, Agathe inserted her tongue as far as the narrow v.a.g.i.n.a of my beauty allowed her to do so.

On the face of the beautiful brunette provided with enormous nipples that Rhea crushes between her thumb and her index finger, in addition to the sperm that was offered to her by the two soldiers, now flow vast rivers of an odorous liquid, more or less thick.

"Agathe, can wait no longer. I want that big c.o.c.k to devastates my p.u.s.s.y, now."

Ignoring my wife"s words, the beautiful Agathe still sucks my beautiful"s v.a.g.i.n.a for a few moments, then smiling, she leaves her hole that contracts around her tongue.

"And that handsome monk still on that soldier"s shoulder, will he take part in our little orgy?"

My Rhea, who has gone away from her friend to the dresser by the bed, opens one of the drawers.

I hesitate about the appropriate reaction I should have, when after having taken out a syringe, she clenches her teeth when she sticks the very long and thick needle of this syringe into her nipple until the object pa.s.ses completely through her breast, yet outside the norm.

My Rhéa soaked in sweat, puts the syringe on the luxurious chest of drawers, she sits down on the bed, leans back slightly and although I don"t understand what she"s getting at, my c.o.c.k contracts more than ever when she pulls and pinches her beautiful little pink nipples.

"No, he"s not here to join our party. Soldiers, put the stupid monk on that chair and open his toga, I want to see this frustrated man erection when you pound my p.u.s.s.y and I suck your big c.o.c.ks already covered in c.u.m. But before we begin hostilities..."

b.i.t.c.h, b.i.t.c.h, b.i.t.c.h, this girl"s just a s.l.u.t who, like her Viscount, wants to torture a young man that G.o.d himself has rejected.

Milk? I was too angry to pay attention to those two b.r.e.a.s.t.s that inspire me the most divine of prose, however, those little drops of white liquid flowing from her swollen nipples, can only be that heavenly drink that I love so much.

The beautiful Agathe is also stunned by the enormous b.r.e.a.s.t.s that Rhea continues to milk while panting.

These stupid guards are anything but discreet. While their gaze does not leave the two puffy nipples of Rhea who has started milking her own b.r.e.a.s.t.s, suddenly starving, I hear them noisily swallowing their saliva.

It is now two fountains of milk that stain the wall and the floor of this room that has certainly become dirtier than ever.

After those beings without morals have literally thrown me on a rather comfortable armchair, Rhea smiles at the soldiers and invites two of them to join her.

Obeying their mistress, on their knees, the two happy men at the huge c.o.c.k pointing towards the ceiling, grasp each, one of her very heavy t.i.ts with force.

Still on the recommendation of my beautiful, they lift them up, slap them against each other without mercy, until both her b.r.e.a.s.t.s turn red.

Between groans, jets of love juice on the legs of the soldiers who are supposed to protect her and milk continuously expelled by her two martyred b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Rhea enjoys twice.

"Stop waiting for my orders, but please suck my big udders of a mother in heat and free me from this excess milk."

With each one of her huge b.r.e.a.s.t.s still in their hand, I get angry when I see the two soldiers put their dirty lips around my wife"s swollen nipples.

In a sucking noise as perverse as it is indecent, my Rhea arches and too excited by the two adult men she"s breastfeeding, she dips a finger in her p.u.s.s.y that seems to be screaming to attract attention.

"Don"t be so shy. Come closer so I can suck your c.o.c.ks in order to prepare you properly."

Looking away for a moment, I discover that at the other end of the bed, Agathe grabs two rods stretched to their limit, as soon as they come in front of her.

Hesitating as to which one will be the first to benefit from her care, her greedy little mouth ends up wrapping itself around the drooling glans of the soldier to her right.

f.u.c.k, these two b.i.t.c.hes are really forced me, watching them get caught by all the holes...

G.o.d of everything, if you can hear me, release me from my shackles and allow your servant to stuff the a.s.s of his torturer at the swollen nipples.