Shackle Desire Aunt Beautiful
Chapter 65: The Service-Wisner
Each shadow of the past memory rolled like a shooting star from the night sky, keeping Ken busy recalling the past. Until his eyes are no longer able to withstand tears with pain from the heart. While elsewhere, disgusting sounds began to echo filling the entire room brightly.
"Hurryy!"
A woman with resigned eyes was busy satisfying the eggplant with her mouth. Forward back non-stop while enduring pain due to hair craving done by the connoisseur of service. The hardened eggplant twitches more and more often until warm liquid gushes out, making the woman release her toys.
Puk!
Puk!
Puk!
"Come here! It's my turn." The connoisseur of the service patted the edge of the bed so that the woman moved.
Silence resigned according to like a chicken. Both of them plain bodies were clearly displayed. Thirsty gaze caress the connoisseur service centered on looking at@ngi woman in front of him from top to bottom by sticking out the tongue rubbing his own lips.
"Mas! Please, stop." one's great-grandson from behind, making the connoisseur of service distract him.
A woman is tied to a chair, and given the punishment to watch her husband play with another woman. Instead of stopping, but instead the connoisseur of service reached out to the back where the lustful woman stood. The warm welcome that was felt, made the man shift his position to the side, and immediately snatched away the chewy object that became the top of the twin hills.
The madness of the connoisseur of service is increasingly shown. Slowly, but surely. The moaning sound, ******, as well as the echoing groans pierced the ears, and the heart of the woman bound in the chair. How could his heart not be broken without a remnant? If the deed of the husband always happens in plain sight. The hot room grew hot when the screams of the lustful woman sounded shrill.
"Aarrrggghh....,"
The bodies of the two men are perfectly united on the bed. The new game begins, making the connoisseur service up and down with a faster rhythm. There is no goal other than satisfaction that he wants to achieve. Well before it reaches the peak of pleasure, it certainly will not stop its madness.
The sreet!
Scratches of the skin, making bloody wounds color the white rope to red. Without caring about the pain. The wife of the connoisseur of service is still trying her hardest to be free. However, his efforts were in vain. The rope that tied his hands and feet was too tight.
S!al! What am I supposed to do? Come think! I have to stop her madness. ~ the woman's inner self curses in the heart while circulating her gaze around her.
His position was in front of a white-covered window, and away from the sofa table or bed. There was nothing he could use to cut the rope shackles on his hands and feet. Now you can only gather the rest of the energy while taking a deep breath to calm down.
Two hours later.
A neat row of chairs filled a hall in a third-floor skyscraper. In front of the row of seats of the media crew, there is a table that is one meter long with many microphones on the table. Whispers of the invited guests began to warm the hall.
"What will be announced, huh?"
"Of course. All channels are invited without exception."
"really. We were invited impromptu, even the invitation directly landed on the leader's table."
There are still many other whispers of confused media crews invited in order. Until everyone distracts them. As the door of the hall opened, and a step entered the hall with its graceful steps.
A woman in a navy blue dress with her long white blazer. Sunglasses, a mask covering his face, smoothed hair, and the most prominent diamond ring exuded luxury.
"He....,"