The Debauched Of Antlin 22 Fear In The Lower Abdomen. +18

Hearing the cries of Rhea who echo throughout the room poorly soundproofed and seeing the fist of her maid completely inserted in Rhea's v.a.g.i.n.a who searches the belly of the beautiful young woman, the mature woman is taken by a sudden craving.

Refusing to leave this magnificent scene where a young woman with oversized b.r.e.a.s.t.s, tied up, submits to all their fantasies, the woman puts her vicious hands on the tight pants of the two n.o.bles.

How on earth this so small v.a.g.i.n.a that he himself had difficulty penetrating be so easily accepted that a woman's wrist comes and goes inside it?

Nature and the human body are so mysterious. They still hold so many secrets, that the Viscount, in a trance in front of Rhea sticking out her tongue and shaking her head, doesn't react immediately when the hand of his friend's wife gently grasps his outstretched c.o.c.k.

Coming to play here every day with his servants, although he has to admit that this girl is really very exciting, this part of the show not much interest the baron, who, jaded, yawns slightly.

Masturbating without haste the two men around her, the forty-year-old woman sketches an emotional smile.

The repeated o.r.g.a.s.ms of this delicious little girl, which slightly distort her so cute little face, unconsciously provoke in her a softening of her heart as a mother.

"Isn't she beautiful with tears in her eyes?"

How could the viscount not agree with the words so wise of the pretty woman which, with her hand, runs the entire length of his stem?

Who is she really? Where does she come from? He even had such a hard time getting some basic information about her. Rhea, that's a very pretty name. But is it the real one?

Silent, his s.e.x responds to the caresses of the woman who with her thumb cleans his glans of the liquid he spills before bringing the so precious bitter sperm to her sensual lips.

Being handled obediently, the Viscount watches greedily the love juice, always so abundant, who escapes from the p.u.s.s.y of his future wife, to finally form a large thick puddle on the stone floor.

"Baron, I want to see her get perforated by your very special alongas."

In agreement with his friend, the Baron, who was longing to finally enjoy some good entertainment, turns his finger up twice.

In response to this silent command, the inexpressive brown maid, leaves her static position. Neither briskly, nor slowly but with an equal step, she opens the small green door of the room which has become less cold, and closes it again after leaving it.

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With her delicate arms stretched out to the sides and her long legs spread apart, Rhea doesn't even have the strength to pant anymore.

The young blond maid penetrates her with her full forearm. Breathless, her head falling to the ground, saliva continuously dripping from her dry lips and her v.a.g.i.n.a hotter than ever, Rhea wants to beg her executioners to show some mercy.

She tries to formulate her complaint, but only a few incomprehensible grunts reach the three people concerned.

In despair, Rhea wants to try her luck again, but she is cut off by the squeaking sound of the little door that opens.

...

"By all the G.o.ds! Have you gone mad, Baron? Rhea's v.a.g.i.n.a will never be able to accommodate a thing of this size!"

To stop his angry friend's words, the Baron shakes his hands in front of him. He turns his gaze towards his maid and then, as a connoisseur, he looks at Rhea's very dilated p.u.s.s.y.

"Trust me a little. This is only the size 2 model. As narrow as it was originally, I a.s.sure you that your future wife could easily accept the size 3 model. See for yourself and I guarantee you that after this initiation session, she will ask you for you to have one made for her everyday use. For my part, this is not the moment from our little entertainment that I expect the most.

Viscount, that's between us and no offence in any way, since I firmly grabbed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and crushed them between my fingers, I've been dreaming of only one thing: To see her two enormous udders subjected to my most intensive treatment. Unfortunately, and note that I regret this, you are leaving tomorrow. However, we will still be able to watch those two giant mountains undergo some of the most exciting abuse."

...

Ignorant of these few dialogues, Rhea suddenly regains enough energy to try to pull on the mithril chains that hold her arms firmly apart.

Completely panicked, she tries to shake them off, but the two metal links leave her so little room for manoeuvre that Rhea is unable to use more than a tenth of her strength.

More and more distraught as the brunette maid approaches her, holding a large silver platter in her hands, between fear and pleasure, Rhea forgets herself along the arm of the young blonde maid.

Thighs soaked, again panting, her eyes not being able to discern what is in front of her, she nevertheless hears the noise of the large tray that the yellow brown maid has just put on the ground.

...

"See the bracelets that my servant just equipped, Viscount? They are bracelets of strength. They allow whoever wears them to multiply their strength by four for a duration that depends on their initial strength. As for my young servant, she can equip these bracelets only for a short period ranging from thirty to, at best, thirty five minutes. After that, it will take her no less than a week to recover the excess energy expended in such a short period."

The Viscount, too busy guessing what this object is made of, which his friend boasts to have paid no less than 52 gold coins, only moderately takes advantage of the mouth that skillfully runs the length of his wide, hot s.e.x.

"If that's really the case... Baron, would you be so kind as to allow me to insert it into Rhea when your young maid will no longer have enough energy left?"

The Baron laughs cheerfully, then he taps the powerful shoulder of his old academy companion.

"I was just about to propose it to you. However, with your stamina and if you ever think of putting on the bracelets, be very careful, for if you play too much and don't pay attention, your future wife may end up dying of pleasure. By 'dying of pleasure', I mean dehydrated and exhausted, but aren't those annoying little side effects part of successful copulation?"

...

Her partially returned vision, Rhea, tetanized by fear, sees the young blonde maid extend an aberration to her accomplice with great difficulty.

A soft metal object, long, extremely wide and which emits a humming due to its intense vibrations.

The shiny and smooth thing, with a shape resembling the s.e.x of an erect man, minus the glans, twists violently in all directions.

Rhea, fearing that she has understood where this diabolical object must end up, shakes her thin hips as much as she can.

This stupid maid, doesn't she understand what she is trying to say or is she just pretending to ignore her message?

Unable to speak, under the enthusiastic applause of the three impatient n.o.bles, Rhea opens her eyes wide when something enormous, icy, agitated, hard and supple, slips into the entrance of her l.a.b.i.a majora overflowing with nectar.