BXBX NOVEL Chapter 128 128 Play Tricks
Chapter 128 Chapter 128 Play Tricks
Aggresively, Paul continued to eat her. Bits and strands of hair from his full mustache crept along the lining of her hairless vagina. She felt them- like an army of ants crawling all over her pink pussy, swarming her tender regions- threatening to sneak into her groin and devour her from within.
Heart racing, with the blackness of the looming cave around her, and the muscular figures pinning her down mercilessly, Monica shut her eyes- feeling less and less human, and more and more like a piece of property.
Her whole body continued to quake. Her abdomen, chest, head, and legs trembled like a leaf in the wind. Even with her eyes still closed, a roguish hand crept across her naked perky breasts, and squeezed roughly. Her tongue curled, and a sharp cry screeched through the air.
The hand cupped her flesh, then closed into a grabbing fist, before pinching her soft nipple-? hard.
She screamed through hand covering her mouth. It rang with oppression.- with notes of tension and terror overlapping each other.
All at once, Monica felt three or four dicks begin to swell against her shoulders, and feet. She felt every inch of the rising erections pressed up against her body. Monica jaw clenched tightly, trying to find the will to not weep.
The stench of their breaths and body odor curled right up into her nose- suffocating her with their sweaty musks. The nightmare continued further with Paul\'s big head burrowing between her thighs- not stopping even to catch his breath.
Feeling her trembling body against his lips, the bad boy curled his hands under her laps, wedging himself, as he continued to lick her clean. His tongue snaked in between her folds, as he caught her parted flesh between his lips. Monica shivered in disgust. Her hips twitched in irritation, struggling, fighting to get him off- in vain.
On the bare ground, in the gloomy fire-lit cave, with the burning torch cackling on the ground tirelessly, and surrounded by five strong vassals, Paul continued to nibble on her pussy till his lips and beard were dripping with her juices.
Occasionally, his eyes darted upwards- away from her pussy to her squirming body. And a fresh surge of excitement would charge through his entire body.
He would then double down on his resolve, and flatten his tongue once again on her moist vulva- licking her clean, savoring every single luscious inch- reminding himself of just how delicious she was;
"You fuckin\' whore," he moaned between her thighs; "You freaky cunt- you like it don\'t you. . ."
his tongue curled along her labia;
"You\'re so damn wet. . .so wet. . ."
He drew in a long, wet suck;
". . .you like it don\'t you? Tell me you like it?"
He kept moaning deliriously into her pussy- telling her she was the most delicious woman he had ever had.
Bent over her, and crouching before her pussy in an almost worshipful position, Paul might have actually meant some of those things. But every once in a while, the chilling image of the blonde matriarch would sift into his mind- sending chills up his spine, reminding him once again.
With his eyes glazing, back hunched over, and his lips mumbling at a terrible work rate, Paul assuaged his guilt by blaming it all on her.
The Lady Russell had walked into his life like a tsunami and flipped everything over! He couldn\'t walk his father\'s estate without seeing the shadows of mockery in the eyes of his servants! They jeered at him from the shadows. Paul had whipped close to four different maids just for looking at him funny!
\'Yes,\'
He thought; \'It\'s that Russell bitch. . .it\'s all her fault. . .if she hadn\'t. . .if she hadn\'t. . ."
He couldn\'t even bring himself to think about it.
He couldn\'t even seem to string the words together in his mind.
All he knew was Madeline had humiliated him, and he had to get his own pound of flesh- from the Russell\'s members.
Feeling rejuvenated by his own justifying thoughts, Paul\'s shoulders rippled.
Arching his head backwards in a slow retreat and leaning his full weight on his arms, he finally raised his head from her pussy. The youth\'s eyes were red- almost bloodshot. As he reclined backwards to steady himself on his knees, Paul swayed and heaved slightly- looking every inch like he had been drugged.
From his beard tickled down a slimy trickle that was a mix of the redhead\'s pussy juice- and his own saliva.
As his hands moved swiftly to undo his belt buckle, his men looked at him- eager for the next phase of the plan, eager for their own turn. His hoarse voice echoed a damning injunction;
"Turn her over," he growled like a bear; "It\'s time to fuck that famous Russell ass,"
Upon hearing his words, Monica stiffened.
Her eyes moistened, frantically searching around hopelessly- desperate for anything, anything at all, even an earthquake, or a cave in, just so her body would have to endure this torture.
Like a thick invisible dense cloud all over her, Monica felt the sickening wave of excitement that had seized the men holding her. She felt their collective grip tighten on her body. The hot breaths blasted from their nostrils and landed on the bare skin of her shoulders.
In a daze- half conscious/half awake, she felt them hoist her lithe body up, and forced her into a kneeling position. Grateful for not having her naked back against the cold hard rocky floor, she enjoyed the brief change in altitude for the briefest moment.
But it was only for a moment.
Paul growled another order again;
"Put her on all fours, I want to see that ass up in the air,"
But her hands and feet were still bound.
So, instead of a doggy, they bowed her head to the ground, pinning her down by the neck- keeping her naked, pale soft ass in the air. Her ass was not so big- but it curved perfectly. Both her soft butt cheeks were pale, and smooth as milk. They pressed up against each other like two perfect sized buns mashed together.
Paul groaned as his pants finally came down. His dick- long, fat, and incredibly curvy, shot out from his pelvis, nodding energetically. His right palm curled around the base as stroked himself hungrily- slowly edging his way towards her.
Eyeing her naked bum, he whistled behind her;
"Damn Monica, you definitely drew the short straw in that family,"
His free hand came swinging through the air, and landed firmly on her buttocks with a resounding slap. Monica\'s whole body jerked forward from the impact as she squealed in pain.
"Although I haven\'t seen it up close, but judging by the size of her hips, I\'m guessing your step-mama\'s ass is three times the size of yours!"
His biceps contracted and he slapped her again.