Male Tongue Slaves Middle Ages の小説・ストーリー

We fought for domination, but he won. "Ah..." I moaned while he kept sucking my tongue. I felt his hand roaming around my body, and when he found what he was looking for, he lifted the skirt part of the maid costume. He parted our lips and smirked at me. "No underwear, huh?" He started to massage it, making my body arch. He lowered the sleeves on my shoulders to see my breasts. He put one breast in his mouth while his other hand massaged my clit. He flicked his tongue on my nipple and bit it.

“Open.” I did. Tongue out flat. He fed it to me inch by inch, filling my mouth, then my throat. His hand cradled the back of my head. He thrust shallow at first, then deeper. I gagged softly; drool slipped down my chin and dripped onto the latex. The material squeaked faintly as I shifted. He groaned low in his throat. “Good slave. Take it all.” He pulled out slowly. Thick strings of spit connected us for a moment before breaking. “Bed. On your back. Legs spread.”

Realizing the truth, Brandon laughed loudly as he said, "Hey, Matt, you must be doing a damn fine job, because this little virgin fuckboy is starting to enjoy your talented tongue up his tight little asshole." Matt laughed as he removed his tongue from the slave, as he taunted, "Slave if I had known you wanted my tongue in your cute little asshole, I would have given it to you when you were still a free boy. I could have really coached you and taught you all the things a good little fuckboy needs to know."

I fist my palm as I try not to let it take over me. " Oh, but you are... You are a fucking slut and I ... And I am your master. Do you understand?" My voice heavy and low as I wheeze. I never believed in this shit of master and slaves. I am involved in a lot of things that are twisted , illegal, and immoral in the eyes of the general.

"Oh.. Mace." My moans were like a plea for more. He slid down towards my sex. My mind was a world of fog. Everything pleasurably blur. I felt his tongue there. My hips jerked up on their own but he caught them before I could move away from his assault. His tongue licked me, lapped on the wet clit. He thrusted his tongue inside my cunt and started fucking it. His tongue thrust into my sex as it convulsed, rippling along the shallow penetration. His grons vibrated against my swollen flesh, making the climax to roll on and on.

That kept on looking in her direction, making her walk more closer to her barbaric master. Apart from the warriors' personal sl-ves, the people in the middle were all the sl-ves will be used in this salt exchange, by counting on these people, there were ten of them.

It tastes sour and sweet. This first night was completely different from my first night in the past. And now I'm afraid that I'm addicted to that sensation. 'Is he a male prostitute? Why is he so good? Ah, but at that time Hayden revealed that I slept with a slave, huh? Is he a slave? Even though the law of slavery has been abolished, it's no secret that some nobles still have it. Did Hayden also have slaves? Well, whatever he is, he is good. I'm beyond satisfied. Ohoho.' I cupped my blushing cheeks. Without even looking in the mirror I could tell my cheeks were as red as a tomato.

"It tastes so sweet and innocent and yet you're such a dirty little slut." He wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and sucked it hard, teasing it with his tongue. Donna cried out as she experienced a mini-orgasm. She could feel her uncle grinning against her slit as he shoved his tongue inside her wet cunt. He ran his tongue around her cunt and then he started tongue fucking her. Donna was on fire. This was the best tongue fucking she'd ever received. Then his tongue was replaced by a finger. The finger became two fingers. Pretty soon she had four fingers fucking her and her uncle's lips and mouth concentrated on her clit.

“You don’t need to hear this and I should really carry on serving.” His large paw touched her arm. “Not while you’re attending to me,” he said. “And I was forgetting, very few of the men surrounding us speak Ormondian. Don’t be offended by what I’m about to say next, girl. If all you ever need to do is show your breasts to a man, think yourself lucky. That’s nothing in comparison to what some put their female slaves through.” “Enlighten me,” she said, though it was against her better judgement.

I was a sobbing, shaking mess, my fingers tangling in his long, white hair as I tried to hold on. "Ah! Ah! Ahhh! More! Please, Master, more!" I was begging now, my voice raw and thick with lust. Every flick of his tongue was perfectly timed, a rhythmic torture that was pushing me closer to the edge. I could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth working on me, echoing in the steam of the temple. It was loud, shameless, and utterly intense. He wasn't just cleaning me; he was devouring me, his tongue darting in and out, testing my depth, before returning to grind against my clit with a savage intensity that made my toes curl into the stone floor.