The Debauched Of Antlin 27 Dinner Before Delicious Dessert +18

This girl is extremely beautiful, but when she blushes like now, she's no different than a G.o.ddess fallen from the sky.

"Actually, like you, I'm just pa.s.sing through here. I'm accompanying a man who's on his way to the Capital, but right now he had to travel a few miles from here to acquire various tools that we both desire to possess."

That kind of whispered comment suggests to me that these tools are not the kind you can brag about in public.

On my many aristocratic evenings, I have fallen into the hands of many partners whose tastes were as varied as they were exotic.

I believe I can say that from the most violent to the most perverse experiences, I have known and tried everything. Then, seeing the beautiful one that makes my heart accelerate, who lowering her head slightly towards her ample chest, I can only smile.

"Don't be embarra.s.sed by these things that are part of our lives. Having fun with a man, a woman, one's own fingers or even a s.e.x toy is really nothing to be ashamed of. On the contrary, I believe that..."

G.o.d of everything, help me, I'm going to melt in my chair.

My body suddenly softens and my arms, which have become obsolete, suddenly fall down along my restaurant chair.

I wished this could happen. No, it's much more than that. Ever since I saw her in the theatre, I've dreamt that this would happen, yet I never expected that when her soft, supple tongue would suddenly slide against mine in a public place, it would provoke such a commotion in me.

This sensual pleasure of two women who do in front of a stunned audience, which should not be done, fills me with a new pleasure. An intense longing for strange flesh, which was still unknown to me to this day.

As if Rhea could read my mind filled with thoughts, each one more impures than the other, her right hand comes to lay on my breast.

The thin fabric of my very light clothing must not be enough to hide my large hard nipple which deforms it, for she firmly grasps the tip of my t.i.t and rolls it between her long fingers.

I can't deny that my pleasure is only amplified. So much so that if she continues to caress me like this, I believe that the possibility that I scream while enjoying in this restaurant crowded with curious people is not excluded.

My language is now closely linked to hers. We have found our tempo and slowly but deliciously we enjoy swallowing our partner's saliva.

"Excuse me ladies; I'm going to ask you to please pay and leave immediately. Otherwise, I will be forced to ask the city guards for help."

Pity as it is, do we have a choice? Our knowing tongues part with regret.

Not wis.h.i.+ng to end this little moment of complicity so abruptly, our lips remain pressed together and while Rhea's hand is combing my long wavy hair, with my fingers I delicately trace the lines of her perfect neck.

Our lips finally separate, letting out a long trickle of slime that comes to stain the white marble under our feet.

We look at each other for a moment without saying a word, then probably having the same thought, simultaneously we turn our heads towards the ugly old woman in front of us and, unable to hold ourselves back, we burst out laughing before getting up.

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"But your viscount, if you're not in love with him, then why do you stay with him?"

Rhea seems very surprised by my very logical question.

"For his practicality! To enter Piotre, you need an ident.i.ty card or at least a valid adventurer's card. Having neither, when I tried my luck, the soldiers at the front door accepted on condition that I sucked them off one after the other.

Usually, I would have taken out of their pants all those c.o.c.ks that were generously offered to me with the greatest of pleasure, however, I had just spent two very tiring days with the son of a merchant, so I refused.

However, this time, accompanying the Viscount it will be different, because not only will he allow me to enter the Capital, but he will also be able to obtain ident.i.ty papers for me without difficulty.

There's that and also... Um, my Viscount gives me various gifts that are a bit useless and thanks to him I can sleep and eat in the most expansive places. Ah also, I can travel without getting tired and he teaches me lots of delicious things, not to mentionhe knows how to use his big c.o.c.k very well."

Along this somewhat deserted high street where we walk hand in hand, I laugh as I listen to Rhea's words, yet I know I shouldn't. I put a kiss on her cheek, my big mouth opens by itself and betrays me again.

"You really are a little b.i.t.c.h. Playing with men's feelings is really bad."

Rhea doesn't seem to think about it too much. She eats a piece of her pancake and shakes her cute little head left and right.

"Of course not, it's an very valid equivalent exchange. I use his means of transport and money and in return I allow him to enjoy my body as much as he wants. I admit that I also benefit from his vigorous a.s.saults and the knowledge of his friends, but he is married, so shouldn't he be happy that I agree to offer myself to him? Here we are! This is my hotel and these are the guards he has a.s.signed to me! Agathe, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Her viscount treats her very well, because this hotel is without a doubt of excellent quality.

I set my eyes on the muscular guards who stand fixedly at the entrance of the luxurious place where the one I'm really happy to have met is staying. They are undeniably tall and have a well-made body, however, they are not very beautiful.

My gaze goes down along their very tight soldier's uniform and what I see makes me reconsider my former position. If two of them are only average, the other two have a c.o.c.k that would destroy a p.u.s.s.y that is too tight.

Noting that Rhea observes the same place as me, I am happy not to be the only pervert among us.

"Yes, I think your idea is particularly good, Rhea. Have you already tried them or were you waiting for me, to find out what's in the deep down of their pants?"

My past experiences make me a little too direct about everything to do with s.e.x. I notice it too late once again, as Rhea puts her sweet little hand on my lips that can't move anymore.

"I thought I was the worst pervert in this world, but the more I meet people, the more I realize that this world is populated by unworthy beings. No, crazy, lecherous girl, as in your case, the contents of those soldiers' underpants will be a discovery to me. Soldiers, fetch the stupid monk and when you have him, gag him, bind his arms and legs, then the Humain ham on your shoulder, join my friend and me in my room."

"In my own defense and so that there is no misunderstanding between us, I want to make it clear that I said pants, not underpants."

"I don't care about clothing! Shut up and follow me!"