Chapitre 63: Flower Picking Night - 1 (R-18)
Such a girl will naturally live a beautiful and happy life. From the many suitors, the wisest and most powerful one will be selected and given the opportunity to be married.
But at this time, the girl showed herself openly.
She stood gracefully in front of Lakeman, letting him watch without any cover-up or resistance. Her figure was flawless, an embodiment of beauty and grace that seemed almost ethereal.
"Come here and clean up for me," Lakeman leaned lazily on the bed, his tone casual, yet authoritative.
Hancock put down her handkerchief, walked over, and knelt down, frowning slightly. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of dread and resignation washing over her.
As she approached, a ferocious hot air rushed over her, carrying a thick, heavy smell that hit her nose, making her feel dizzy and nauseated. She fought the urge to recoil, knowing what was expected of her.
"How did I teach you?" Lakeman looked at her with a smile, his eyes so intense it seemed like they could set Hancock's whole body on fire.
Listening to this, Hancock stiffened for a moment and sighed inwardly. The memories of her training sessions with Lakeman flooded her mind, a blend of humiliation and forced submission.
She closed her eyes gently and moved closer carefully, her nose twitching.
His shaft hardened against her face.
Just like smelling flowers, she took a deep breath, her nostrils flaring as she tried to acclimate to the pungent scent.
Instinctively, she pressed it firmly within her hand, extending it with gentle strokes before taking it near her mouth. The fishy smell suddenly rolled up, like an invasion of a city, rushing into her nasal cavity and straight up to her brain.
For a moment, Hancock's expression was dull. Her body stiffened.
She dropped her saliva onto his meat rod, moistening it through her oral secretions before giving it gentle strokes. She could feel its positive response, the heat climbing within, the veins popping out, and the shaft slowly but surely rising to meet her lustful eyes.
Slow, methodical strokes soon became fierce pumps as Hancock brought Lakeman's cock to full length and unceremoniously impaled her throat onto it.
The sloppy sound caused by her sudden pull of his cock into her mouth caused Lakeman's lips to curl into an amused smile.
Slurp Slurp Slurp
Even though she had been absorbing it day and night and was already familiar with this smell, she was still dizzy, her consciousness blank.
"Very good."
Lakeman watched Hancock do this, smiled with satisfaction, and said, "A month ago, you resisted in every possible way, and you looked heartbroken every time.
Even if you were forced to continue, you could never do it well.
Within a few seconds, you couldn't help but retch and feel nauseated.
"But now you are very familiar with it and quite accustomed to it, right?"
Hancock didn't answer, just lowered her head and began to clean patiently.
Lakeman liked the tone, and there was nothing she could do about it.
What's more, as Lakeman said, she has gone from being disgusted and disliking it to being quite comfortable with it now.
Hancock first pulled up, using her tongue and lips to play with the shaft, then quickly went back down and began sucking on His rod as if her life depended on it, causing provocative slurping sounds to spread within the study.
She could already listen to these verbal insults without changing her expression. It was just sentiment after all.
She lifted her voluptuous pair of breasts and wrapped Lakeman's rod in between them. Trapping him within those beautiful assets, and stroking him in a tit-job while still sucking him with fast throat moves.
"Hhmm,"
Lakeman exhaled a contented sigh, relishing the pleasure produced by the combination between Hancock's breasts and her vacuum-like throat. Yes, this was vacuuming.
She vacuumed his precum, vacuumed his dick, and while her breasts compressed him, she was about to vacuum his milk!
"Aaargh…enjoy the load!"
He groaned and released a large jet of semen down Hancock's throat. She had not expected the amount that burst into her mouth and almost choked on it. The sperm leaked from the corner of her mouth and nose causing a rather comical scene.
Gulp
With determination, she swallowed it all and raised her gaze toward Lakeman.
"I hope the Master enjoyed my treatment."
"Okay, raise your head," Lakeman's voice suddenly came.
Hancock was startled and hurriedly raised her pretty, perfect face.
Splash!!
The hot cum splashed and dripped all over her face.
Hancock pursed her lips and remained motionless. The vision in front of her was covered by a thick layer of liquid, and she could no longer see clearly.
There were ripples in her heart, feeling great humiliation and unwillingness. But after a moment of silence, she finally became calm.
At night.
In Lakeman's room.
The lights were dim, and the atmosphere was muted.
The light aroma not only did not make people drowsy but also made them energetic and ready to move, as if the fire deep in their hearts had been ignited and was getting ready to go.
"Three days are up," Lakeman said softly, walking to the bed with a smile.
Two stunning girls, one with their backs to Lakeman, one on the left and one on the right.
Their skin was shiny and curved.
The scene was so shocking that people couldn't take their eyes away.
The one on the left had short blond hair, a delicate face, and lively eyes. She exuded endless charm in a blink of an eye, as if a bold fairy in the forest were sending an invitation to travelers on a silent night.
The one on the right had long, silky hair, delicate facial features, and a pure face, but her eyes were cold, with an indifference that would make people keep their distance.
There was a touch of nobility and cold pride between her brows, like a noble princess, but at this time she was being ravaged by a villain.
Captured, one had to show off one's frustrations, like a rare delicacy, waiting to be tasted.
Behind the two girls, two flowers as bright as fire were in full bloom.
After three days and three nights of nourishment, the datura flowers bloomed.
Now was the time to harvest.
"Really not bad."
A beautiful datura flower was placed in a glass vase that had been prepared on the table.
Its rhizome was straight with sharp spines.
But those spikes were all curled up and twisted until they were extremely soft.
The freshly pulled datura flowers not only had no peculiar smell but also had strands of slurry, exuding a unique fragrance.
"DB..."
Stussy was dripping with sweat, breathing tremblingly, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.
Lakeman turned around, not in a hurry to taste Stussy, but walked to Hancock next to him.
"It's your turn, Hancock."
Lakeman smiled and held out his hand and pulled up Hancock by the waist, hoisting her above his head while leading her toward the bed.
"!!"
The brisk move caused her heart to threaten to burst from her chest. But although she had already reached a breaking point, she still held onto her gaze and remained cold and noble.
Lakeman pressed her back against the bed and roughly spread her long, shapely legs to reveal her asshole, whose juice now flowed onto the bed.
Lakeman stood up, brought the crown of his shaft to the entrance of her fold, and rocked himself into her with a sharp thrust.
"Aaaahh…"
In just one move, Hancock's rational dam was shattered.
Her whole body was tense, her head was raised high, and her gleaming white legs were completely straightened.
She whimpered, and her walls tightened around his meat rod whose light spread within her insides. He pulled back, sheathed himself straight to the hilt of her asshole, then began pounding!
Pah Pah Pah
With firm thrusts, he hammered. Plowing Hancock's back field with none of the restraint.
"Aahhh… faster."
She only wanted it hard, and fast; so hard and fast Lakeman went!
The sounds of her whimpering within his arms with her tongue lolling out as he pounded her ass, superimposed with that of his balls slamming her butt cheeks to produce a delightful melody that delighted him.
With reckless abandon, he kept hammering her until orgasm took him and his seed gushed into her ass.
"Aahh.. Masteerrr."
And after a while, her whole body began to tremble, sweat dripping with heat, and her skin turned red.
'This feeling...'
Hancock's eyes became extremely frightened.
Then once again, without warning, he pulled out, bent her over the bed to once more align his cock with her fold, and resumed plowing that heavenly back field of hers.
Pah Pah Pah
Hancock had lost the strength to speak. Her subconscious pleasure cries, ragged breathing, and hot, vibrating body the sole reminders that she was still alive.
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