Konjiki No Word Master Novels & Stories

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

An ugly servant with a crooked face, who had taken part in the game of the few purple chefs pouring wine into glasses, approached old Vierone with a fake smile, the gentleman of the nation withdrew for silence in the corners and spoke in whispers, with their ears on the mad merriment of the few researchers at the feast, and the innkeeper's servants held their merriment in full with the bottles of wine perishing until they emptied on the table, the clay jugs in anger were broken in a noisy din, and the trumpets sounded songs and trumpets of the mother of fire, the gift of the one who worships his glass in honor of his noblest friends. Old Vierone expected much from such a perindau until they