Blood Emperor Throne

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The elegant and sophisticated duchess, her mature and alluring figure now, in front of Asmodé, has changed into a new evening gown and high heels brought by her personal knight, Lady Dysana.

This duchess didn't want her intoxicating feast to be limited to just one evening gown, stockings, and high heels. For this three-day glamorous banquet, she brought no fewer than ten luxurious and glamorous evening gowns and slip dresses, complete with a variety of seductive stockings and high heels.

"Hmm? As expected? You big wolfhound? You're quite satisfactory?"

This charming and alluring mature lady, with her seductive and alluring glossy, fleshy feet adorned with a pair of elegant and alluring emerald green pointed-toe crystal low-cut backless stilettos.

These exquisite emerald green crystal stilettos were extremely novel in design. The entire pair of high heels was very delicate in its shape. There were no straps or silk stockings covering the heels. Only her beautiful toes, adorned with bright purple nail polish and silk stockings, gracefully hooked the pointed toes of the high heels, making these exquisite and charming emerald green crystal high heels sway lazily in front of Asmodie.

If the Duchess before was a seductive and alluring woman, then now, dressed in these glossy, flesh-colored pantyhose and elegant emerald crystal high heels, she resembles a graceful and charming noblewoman.

However, this charming and elegant noblewoman, with her mature and voluptuous figure, was currently only wearing a very seductive and alluring light green spaghetti strap high-slit bodycon silk dress.

This light green silk camisole dress, which can be described as a cool nightgown, only has a thin layer of openwork emerald green lace covering the two breasts that look like they are filled with milk and honey. The two mounds of soft and plump breasts, which smell of milk, are almost only covered by a few bright red rose petals in front of the emerald green openwork lace.

The form-fitting silk dress draped over her voluptuous and graceful waist, with large, thin straps holding up high slits on both sides of her delicate waist. These extremely seductive and revealing openings even extended down to below her two soft, plump breasts.

Not only did the soft, fragrant, and greasy buttocks, wrapped in greasy pantyhose, overflow from the opening, but the two mounds of milky, white, and greasy breasts could also be seen, exuding a rich and plump aroma.

Two cascading emerald green bodycon silk skirts, rather than being silk skirts, were more like curtains outlining the plump, ripe buttocks and honey curtains highlighting the soft, juicy curves of her voluptuous vulva.

The Duchess swirled the purple wine in her goblet, her alluring blue eyes gazing at Asmodie behind her, who was clutching a slave contract.

At this moment, she was not sitting elegantly behind the sofa and bench as usual. Instead, she was sitting in an elegant but rather seductive position, with her plump, juicy buttocks, which looked like ripe peaches dripping with honey, pressing them against Asmodie's legs.

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This alluring and mature woman, with her plump breasts and ripe buttocks in a gourd-shaped shape, was like a mare about to be violated by a proud and savage male centaur in Asmodian's arms. This man could easily lift her plump, ripe, and glistening flesh, lift her up from behind like a baby, and press her down on the desk in front of him to freely ravage and violate her.

And this mature and alluring woman's soft, oily silk, separated only by a thin, hazy emerald green curtain of her buttocks and glistening, oily silk stockings, was not only grinding into a soft, honeyed cake between Asmodie's legs, but also showed no sign of restraint from that ferocious, thick, and scorching beast.

The thick, hot lance, held high and imposing, pressed against her ripe, soft, plump vulva, which was filled with the sweet scent of mature honey and was just now being filled, through her glistening, fleshy stockings, and squeezed straight between her fleshy, plump, and soft thighs.

Her soft, light gauze curtains, strained against the engorged, nectar-covered mound between her fleshy thighs, created an extremely suggestive and alluring silhouette. With just a slight movement of her glistening, ripe silk stockings, this engorged mound, wrapped in slippery, lustrous silk, would once again stretch open her two soft, plump, ripe peach-shaped vulvas, allowing her, the Duchess, to be violated and possessed once more.

"So, Duchess, how do you intend to sign this slave contract?"

Asmodie tossed aside the slave contract in his hand, letting Qingying slide into the Duchess's smooth, milky cleavage. His ferocious, thick, and hot beast pressed against the Duchess's plump vulva, which was already exuding sticky nectar and wafting with the sweet scent of ripe female honey.

"Hmm? Oh? What a... impatient big wolfhound!" The Duchess's beautiful eyes, which were filled with a captivating blush, were flushed as she pressed against the hot, throbbing flesh of the fat vulva.

Her beautiful, flesh-colored hands, adorned with long, emerald-green lace gloves, elegantly picked up the slave contract, allowing Asmodie's large hands to slip into her silk halter dress, grasping her two plump, ripe breasts, which seemed to be filled with rich, creamy milk, and kneading them wantonly, her fingertips sinking deep into the soft flesh.

Those two plump, ripe, and juicy mounds, glistening with the rich, oily sheen of ripe nectar, lifted slightly, swaying their soft, oily buttocks, and pressed them against that ferocious, thick, and burning beast.

She allowed the enormous, thick, and ferocious beast head of a man other than her husband to press against her already sticky and hot peach-shaped vulva through the thin, silky, and shiny flesh-colored pantyhose. Amidst the gurgling sounds, it rubbed against the two soft and plump, ripe peach-like labia, slightly spreading open the two white, greasy labia that were covered in the oily pantyhose and exuded the sweet fragrance of ripe female.

However, what made the charming duchess's eyes sparkle with hearts was that the man's ferocious, thick, and burning beast head did not press against her plump and juicy peach-shaped vulva. Instead, it pushed back and squeezed between her two mounds of soft, juicy, and fragrant flesh, pressing against the soft and delicate buds wrapped in juicy, fleshy stockings.

When the elegant and graceful Platinum Rose Princess Knight Commander, with her graceful and dignified steps, her long, fleshy, and plump legs clad in glossy black silk stockings and bright blue crystal open-toe backless stiletto sandals, arrived at the second-floor rest room as ordered by the Duchess, she heard the Duchess's seductive and wanton moans.

"Hmm?~~ You've violated me again, you big wolfhound?~~ Guh-huh?~~ Have I, the Duchess, completely succumbed to your wolfhoundly form?~~"

"Goo-hoo?~~ To be violated and forcibly taken by you again, you big wolfhound?~"

Through the sheer curtains of the second-floor rest area, one could clearly see the elegant and mature knight commander, Daisanna, with her long, bright silver ponytail, graceful and beautiful lips adorned with a captivating beauty mark, and her striking red, noble eyes.

The alluring and mature lady, Olissa, to whom she served, was currently displaying a completely seductive and flirtatious demeanor, as if she were having an affair with a man other than the Duke.

The Duchess's long, elegant neck was bound with a humiliating lace collar, symbolizing a female dog, and her alluring, seductive eyes, which kept turning upwards and gleaming with a seductive, peach-heart-like charm, were covered with a bright purple lace blindfold.

Forced by the man behind her, he grabbed her long, slender, fleshy hands and positioned her in a rear-entry position. Her plump, juicy legs, glistening with oil and glistening with a seductive sheen, were clad in a pair of alluring, delicate, emerald-green, backless, pointed-toe stiletto sandals, and were spread slightly and taut on either side of the man's thighs.

Two large, plump, and tender breasts, resembling steamed meat filled with sweet, juicy, milky honey, were forced to be raised high in front of a man other than her husband.

Two mounds of rich, creamy milk, resembling soft, creamy cakes, now leaped out from under the elegant and alluring emerald green spaghetti-strap dress, swaying and trembling back and forth with the man's advances from behind, creating soft, creamy waves of milk.

The Duchess's glistening, slicked-back flesh, already damp with the scent of ripe feminine sweat, was further exposed by the man behind her. His skirt, which barely covered her two mounds of flesh, was lifted up by the man behind her. With each thrust of his strong, muscular waist, the soft, oily buttocks trembled and her juices splattered everywhere.

That plump, ripe, peach-shaped vulva, with each heavy thrust of the man's hips against her moist, oily skin, would be penetrated to the very end amidst the gurgling, sticky nectar and her seductive moans, squeezing out large streams of ripe, nectar-like fluid. (The last sentence appears to be a separate, unrelated question: "Mei has thought about it, has she sung of it, Lin Zai Zai, have you done it?")

This duchess, who was always noble and elegant in public, was now being ravaged by a man other than the duke, her beautiful eyes rolling upwards. Her soft, smooth, and glossy toes, adorned with bright purple nail polish, were trembling as they softly trod on emerald green backless crystal stilettos.

Chapter 95 The Lady and the Knight (Daily Update)

On the first floor, beside the banquet hall, Countess Osalia, in a stunning deep-V backless purple evening gown, held a noble and elegant crystal gown and took a sip of purple wine. Her beautiful, mature, aquamarine eyes shimmered with a hint of intoxication.

However, her slightly tipsy state also contained a touch of mature and intoxicating peach blossom color, as well as a trace of mature and beautiful spring charm.

On the surface, the noble and elegant Countess Mei had a pair of plump, soft, and glistening fleshy legs under the table, which were slightly crossed and pressed together with a hint of shyness. The soft and plump fleshy thighs would rub against each other and produce a series of charming and seductive rustling sounds.

Her tender, smooth, and glossy feet softly trod on a pair of exquisite, vibrant purple crystal high-heeled shoes, subtly hooking up to the ground beneath the table with a hint of unease.

"The discussions and negotiations between the lady and the Knight Commander will take some time, Your Excellency."

"Once there is any progress, we sisters will inform you, Countess, as soon as possible. The lady has asked us to come and apologize on your behalf."

Two elegant and noble knight sisters, with their alluring breasts, round buttocks, and captivating curves, bowed together to Countess Osalia.

These two noble and elegant platinum rose sisters, with their dignified and noble temperament, exuded aristocratic grace and refined manners. Their jet-black hair was tied into neat and dashing single ponytails, and their exquisite and charming faces were concealed by a light black veil with gold patterns, making them elegant and mysterious.

However, beneath this elegant demeanor, the Platinum Rose sisters, the knights, wore extremely revealing outfits with shiny, bare-chested bodysuits.

Their bodies, with their honey-smooth, soft, and plump breasts and their soft, round, peach-shaped buttocks, were all covered in glossy, revealing, and revealing pantyhose, just like the other Platinum Rose Princess Knights. Their elegant and clean silk stockings were also adorned with shoulder-length, bright silver platinum rose gauntlets and shoulder armor.

The sisters' plump, sweet breasts were covered only by vacuum-sealed, glossy shredded meat and black stockings with a carved, ripe rose design. Like two soft, creamy peaches, they exuded a sweet, ripe milky fragrance and were exposed to the air filled with sensual desire. Even their two soft, peach-shaped nipples were only slightly covered by the carved, ripe rose design.

Compared to the other female knights, who have a transparent, bright purple honey curtain adorned with platinum roses hanging down to conceal their plump vulvas and clitoris, these two sister female knights have a bright silver lace skirt armor hanging down from both sides of their firm and plump silky thighs, covering their two soft and fragrant silky buttocks.

However, while the cascading, bright silver lace skirt armor seemed to slightly conceal their soft, plump vulvas beneath their sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose, whenever they moved their long, slender legs in the pantyhose and their delicate, sexy feet hooked onto their over-the-knee lace-up silver boots, the bright silver lace skirt armor would flutter and sway.

The honey-smooth abalone, exuding the sweet fragrance of ripe female flesh, and the soft, moist abalone, as tender and firm as a creamy steamed bun, will be exposed to the world in a seductive and alluring manner, as if wrapped in brightly colored oily stockings.

“It’s nothing.” Osalia smiled, gently smoothing a strand of hair from her forehead with her purple silk hand, and said elegantly, “Thank you both for conveying the message. Why don’t you sit down and wait for Asmodeus and the Duchess to begin their meal?”

"My sister and I are busy serving Captain Daisanna, so we cannot accompany her."

"When Captain Daisanna and her wife enter the banquet together, my sister and I will definitely accompany them."

The two platinum rose sister knights bowed with elegant and dignified manners.

However, Osalia did not notice that as the two knight sisters bowed, beneath their slightly fluttering black and gold veils, their exquisite and alluring faces already possessed a delicate and vibrant beauty, and their full, sensual red lips were still stained with a few drops of white fluid.

Hidden beneath their shimmering silver lace skirts, their glossy, plump, and rounded buttocks, clad in oily stockings and black stockings, gleamed with a rich, mature sheen, were stained with sticky, glistening honey under the flickering candlelight.

Between the two sisters' soft, plump, and rounded buttocks, which were like two ripe peaches, thick, sticky white fluid was slowly dripping from their tender, moist buds.

Half an hour ago, the two seemingly noble and elegant Platinum Rose Sisters, in the second-floor rest area, were leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, their firm, long, silky legs stretched out, their high, moist, and plump silky buttocks being violated and filled with honey by Asmo in place of a fierce beast. They were marked as his exclusive bodyguard sisters, Flower Princess Knights.

However, in the rest area on the second floor, the female slave knights marked as Asmodie's exclusive servants are not just these two sisters.

The sweet, honeyed scent of mature women, mixed with a seductive fragrance that could instantly turn any female creature's eyes upward and make her a submissive, filled the second-floor rest room with a cloying, peach-colored honey aroma.

On the floor of the second-floor rest area, silver skirt armor adorned with platinum roses and exuding the sweet scent of the female knight was scattered haphazardly.

The glistening, sticky spring nectar accumulated into a spring, scattered among which were delicate lace suspenders that exuded a sweet, feminine fragrance. From the alluring and revealing black openwork lace panties that hugged her hips, to the tiny white thong lace panties with thin straps, to the seemingly gentle pale pink vacuum lace panties adorned with a string of white jade beads, to the waist-length lace suspenders that were decorated with red berries.

These lace panties, originally worn by the White Rose Knights, were now being given to Asmodie as a gift of loyalty, at the behest of Duchess Orissa. The panties were the very ones the knights had changed out of before the banquet.

The white roses, soaked in white sap and lace panties, along with the bright silver knee-high stiletto boots stained white/turbid, the exquisite and gorgeous ankle-length stiletto sandals with crystal open toes, and the transparent crystal high heels with single-strap stilettos, all highlight the fate of these noble and beautiful white rose princess knights.

The transparent glass display case, which served as the exhibition stand, now held new exhibits: a seductive mature knight in black stockings with plump breasts and a full, round bottom, and a beautiful mature knight in white stockings with round, round breasts. Like defeated, alluring mature knights, their jade hands, adorned with bright silver lace gauntlets, were suspended high within the display case.

The two female knights, with their plump, firm, glossy black stockings and their soft, fleshy, creamy white stockings, had their knee-high silver armor removed. They were now only covered in glossy black stockings that were slicked back and fleshy, and creamy white stockings that were pure and translucent. Each of them wore a pair of alluring and exquisite black and red open-toe stilettos and a pair of white and red open-toe stilettos, and were arranged like seductive mares.

Their noble and alluring faces, as well as their elegant and gentle faces, were now transformed into a wanton and seductive state. Their alluring eyes, which shone with seductive hearts, were covered with lace blindfolds, and their moist and fragrant lips were bound with a string of bright red gagging balls.

The large, oily, ripe peach-shaped silk, resembling a mound of milky honey and steaming with the aroma of mature female flesh, and the plump, soft, and glutinous white silk, like creamy jelly filled with rich, ripe milky honey, trembled under the restraint of this seductive mare. Each slight tremor caused drops of ripe female honey and thick white fluid to spill out.

Beside the bright red bench in the rest area, there were two pairs of plump, fleshy legs encased in glossy, lace-trimmed stockings; two pairs of alluring, mature legs encased in seductive, glossy, lace-trimmed purple stockings; and two pairs of sexy, alluring legs in glossy, black lace-trimmed stockings—a pair of knight-like legs adorned with sensual, seductive black stockings.

Each was draped with a light blue thin-strapped transparent high-heeled sandal with a glamorous high-soled purple crystal stiletto, and an exquisite and gorgeous black strappy red open-toe crystal high heel, all softly hanging on the edge of the bench.

Three pairs of exquisite, fragrant, and alluring high-heeled feet of the female knights, now marked with thick, sticky white paste, are now known as Asmodée's exclusive high-heeled feet.

On this bright red bench, the owners of these three pairs of exquisite and alluring female knights with their oil-stockinged high heels—these platinum rose female knights, some noble and mature, some elegant and charming, some proud and beautiful—have been completely transformed into defeated female slaves. Asmodie has used her seed to penetrate them, and on this bright red bench, each of them is violated until their eyes roll upwards, their elegant and mature faces are filled with seductive charm.

"Gulp? ~~ Hmm? ~~"

"Eek?~~ Gulp?~~"

A soft, seductive moan and a alluring, seductive cry came from the Gothic bed with its sheer, draped curtains.

As the flickering, dim candlelight cast a soft glow on the hazy, light gauze, it reflected from the luxurious and elegant Gothic bed the alluring silhouette of a woman with plump breasts and a voluptuous bottom, and a seductive figure.

The alluring figure with plump breasts and ripe buttocks, and the alluring figure of the female knight, were now intertwined and entwined in a layered manner, their plump and soft, alluring legs and the fleshy and firm legs of the female knight.

That alluring and seductive mature figure was pinned down by that elegant and graceful female knight, her plump, mature breasts trembling and drooping as they pressed against those two mounds of soft, plump, and creamy breasts that looked like semi-solidified milk fat.

The plump, soft, and juicy peach-shaped buttocks collided and crushed with the plump, fleshy peach-shaped knight. Through the hazy, semi-transparent gauze, one could vaguely see the plump, soft, and juicy peach-shaped abalone glistening with oil and the soft, smooth butterfly-shaped abalone, wrapped in oily threads, squeezing and crushing each other, creating glistening honey threads.

This was not some erotic lesbian drama. Before the alluring and seductive lady and the elegant and graceful knight commander, stood a tall and robust man.

Just like a proud and savage male centaur, with its thick and ferocious centaur lance held high, it rested on the soft and fragrant lips of the seductive lady below. The elegant and graceful knight also lowered her honeyed peach lips, serving the centaur lance that was about to violate and possess them together with the lady's soft and fragrant lips.

Chapter 96 Fragrant Lips and Honeyed Lips (I'm used to updating late at night...)

As the leader of the Platinum Rose Knights, Daisanna, a cool and beautiful knight, exudes a noble and elegant charm in her demeanor. Her mature and alluring flesh not only possesses the seductive sensuality of noblewomen but also the tall, slender, and hot curves of a knight.

Together, these elements combine to create a mature and alluring springtime charm, reflecting her noble and elegant demeanor.

A cool and alluring mature beauty, a mature and seductive knight's alluring flesh, and a noble and elegant noblewoman's charm.

Within the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux, the reputation of the cold and alluring Lady Knight was second only to that of the Duchess Orisa, whom she served. Whenever she wore a fitted, gilded white gold and rose silver armor, her long, voluptuous black stockings, and elegant, exquisite high-heeled boots adorned with purple roses, she would accompany Orisa to a banquet.

At the banquet, the nobles and lords would always cast their fiery and greedy gazes from the shadows of the candlelight at her mature figure, which stretched her skirt high, and her long, voluptuous, glossy black silk knight legs.

The reason they dared not look directly at the cold and alluring knight commander was not only because it might offend the Duchess, but also because of the knight commander's cold and alluring eyes that were enough to make their hearts tremble.

Although those bright red, noble, and alluring eyes often exuded an elegant and noble charm, a single cold and seductive glance was enough to make these bloated nobles and lords tremble with fear.

To date, Daisanna, the elegant and beautiful leader of the Platinum Rose Knights, has never had any contact with any male. Any male would retreat under the gaze of her cold and alluring eyes. As for conquering? No male creature has ever been able to do so.

However, the nobles and lords of Bordeaux who often coveted and coveted Désana probably never imagined this.

The alluring, mature female knights they dared not even meet their eyes were now being conquered by a man, along with the duchess they also coveted. They were now offering their seductive tongues to this man with their voluptuous, seductive manner.

"Goo-hoo? You... big wolfhound... you actually managed to do something those Bordeaux losers couldn't do? Hmm?~~~"

"Hmm?~ Let me, the Duchess, and my Knight Commander, serve you, you beast?~~ Gurgle gurgle gurgle~~"

The seductive, soft moans, mixed with the Duchess's alluring arrogance, echoed in the second-floor lounge.

The sweet, lingering scent of ripe honey, the pale orange candlelight in the resting room, spilled onto the luxurious and elegant Gothic bed, reflecting the alluring, mature flesh behind the bright purple sheer bed curtains, and the seductive flesh of a female knight, creating a shared, layered, sensual allure.

Beside the vibrant purple Gothic bed, a striking emerald green bodycon lace evening gown, glistening with nectar, lay scattered along the edge of the bed, alongside a pair of vibrant purple lace hand nails and shoulder armor adorned with platinum roses.

However, the Duchess's emerald green pointed-toe low-cut crystal stilettos and Diana's bright blue ring-toe crystal open-toe low-cut sandals were not yet scattered around the bedside.

Clearly, the feast of flesh between the lady and the knight has only just begun. Their fragrant, soft, and glossy shredded meat and their exquisite, elegant black silk stockings are still adorned with their elegant and beautiful crystal high heels.

Behind the semi-transparent, vibrant purple gauze curtain, a tall, robust man, like a savage and arrogant centaur lancer, thrust his thick, menacing centaur lance between the soft, sweet lips of the two mature beauties, galloping freely between them.

The duke's wife of Bordeaux and the captain of the White Rose Knights extended their soft, sweet tongues, which lingered on the menacing, thick lance. Drops of sticky, glistening saliva stretched into shimmering lines as the centaur lance spun.

"Hmm?~ What a... raging beast?~ Gurgle... Hmm... Can you enjoy being served by me and my wife together?~"

"No wonder? ~ Madam is so fond of you, this big wolfhound? ~ Oh? ~ ~ Hmm? ~ ~

The rampaging centaur lancers occasionally pressed against the Duchess's soft, fragrant body, causing this alluring beauty's bright eyes to flutter with hearts and her head to turn slightly upwards. Then, amidst her seductive, fragrant moans, she gently opened her mouth and took the lance into her body, which was filled with a sweet, honeyed aroma.

The noble and elegant knight commander, following the lady's orders, parted her full, fragrant, and bright red lips slightly, forming a sweet and juicy source with the lady's soft and sweet lips. Whether it was invading the lady's softness or defiling her elegant and fragrant bright red lips, they would be squeezed first by the lips of these two alluring beauties.

The nobles of the entire Grand Duchy of Bordeaux could never have imagined that their most coveted Duchess and the leader of the Platinum Rose Knights had been completely conquered by Asmodé, becoming seductive and alluring female slaves. Together, they had used their most enchanting and sweet first kisses as a gift in the contract to imprint their marks on this thick and ferocious centaur lance.

The menacing, head-raised centaur lance, like a rampaging beast, moved between the two mature beauties' soft, fragrant, and luscious purple lips and their plump, smooth, and red lips. Sometimes their lips would kiss the lance together, and sometimes their sweet, soft tongues would intertwine and serve each other. Glistening saliva would stretch along their intertwined tongues into honeyed threads, only to be broken by the beast's invasion.

Sometimes it would pass through the honeyed stamen formed by two plump, soft lips, and sometimes it would invade the slippery, sticky, and fragrant honey cavity, wantonly violating and enjoying these two beautiful mature beauties coveted by countless people in the Grand Duchy of Bordeaux.

"Gurgle? What? You big wolfhound? Hmm? Do you want to mark my lips and Daisy's lips as yours, this beast's possession?"

"Eeoh oh oh?~~ If it's you?~~ This big wolfhound?~ Gurgle?~ This concubine?~ Hmm?~ Would you allow it?~~"

"Gulp? How dare you? You dare to disrespect my lady and me? Ugh...you beast! Gulp...ugh...!"

Asmodeus's offensive gradually accelerated and became extremely violent, violating the Duchess's alluring and mature blue eyes and Diana's noble and elegant bright red eyes until they rolled upwards, and the sweet nectar of her lances stained them with glistening honey.

The Duchess's seductive and tender moans, along with Diana's haughty and alluring whimpers, gradually transformed into an increasingly soft and fragrant interlude of whimpers under this frenzied onslaught.

The centaur's ferocious and brutal offensive grew even more intense amidst the seductive interludes of the two alluring beauties.

Finally, the Duchess and the Knight Commander, with their elegant, silky hands and alluring, glossy black silk hands, grasped the ferocious centaur lance together, and at the same time, opened their sweet, soft, and luscious lips to kiss the savage lancehead, and then the whole thing erupted.

The scalding, thick, white/turbid torrent poured down almost instantly, covering the Duchess's noble and mature beauty and Diana's elegant and charming beauty with the thick, sticky white paste.

Their sweet, soft lips and tongues, as they opened and closed, exuded an aphrodisiac fragrance. Whether it was their plump, sweet lips, their soft, tender tongues, or their smooth, fragrant lip cavity, they were all filled with cream puffs.

"Gurgle?~ Hmm??~"