Waterweeds and Boy

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Under the moonlight, the boy removed his clothes, revealing a fair and translucent, beautiful figure, his golden hair cascading down his snow-white back. He first tested the water
's temperature with his slender hands; it was cool. Then, he gracefully leaped into the lake. Swimming like a fish, he was suddenly entangled by something. He struggled to break free, but only attracted
more entanglement. Soon, his slender ankles were tightly bound. He swam with all his might to the shore, his hands gripping the bank. Before he could even catch his breath, the water plants on the bank
entangled his hands. No matter how much he struggled, the water plants seemed to consciously stretch him into a spread-eagle position, half-floating in the water. Several water plants reached towards the boy's
chest, first tentatively stinging his nipples, then rubbing them repeatedly until his nipples became red and firm, before tightly coiling around them. "No... ah
... why... is this happening... ah..." The boy, initially terrified, breathed increasingly rapidly as the lewd tentacles teased him. The underwater
plants not to be outdone, climbed up his calves, around his thighs, and reached his soft penis, gripping and entwining it rhythmically. Wave after
wave of pleasure surged through the boy's brain, and soon his penis was hard. The plants maliciously inserted a small tentacle into the boy's tip. "
Ah... um... so good... um..." The boy had forgotten his predicament, immersed in pleasure. Even more plants came from behind him,
two threads extending into his vagina, cold water flowing in. The boy regained a moment of clarity, "No, don't do this." But the plants
collectively swarmed into his vagina, as if in a competition to see who could penetrate the deepest. "Ah... ah... don't come in... ah... too deep... ah..." The boy cried out,
struggling desperately. However, the moment the waterweed touched that spot, the boy immediately went limp. As if knowing this, the waterweed frantically attacked that spot. "Ah...
ah...not here...um...ah...good...harder...um...more...um...um...come...I want...ah...ah
... more...ah..." The intense sensation made the boy lose consciousness. He moved in sync with the waterweed's movements, lasciviously swaying his hips in pursuit of even greater pleasure. Finally,
the boy was released from the waterweed's embrace, and the waterweed released him, frantically competing for the semen floating in the water. Only a small section of waterweed seemed intentionally
hidden deep within the boy's body. After experiencing such stimulating sex, the boy lost consciousness. When he awoke, it was already noon the next day.
Completely weak, he struggled to put on his clothes, not daring to linger for a moment, and fled as if escaping from the soul-stealing lake hidden in the forest.

Strangely, every night, the depths of his genitals would become intensely thirsty, craving the pleasure of that night again. No matter what he did—
insert a vibrator or something similar—he still felt empty, still craving more and deeper. A week later, he finally couldn't resist and went to the lake again
that night. There, he saw a soaking wet, naked young man lying on the lakeshore. The boy walked over. The young man heard the sound and looked up. The young man's
eyes were teary, his cheeks flushed, his thin lips slightly parted, radiating a seductive charm. He must have just experienced what the boy had done. For some reason,
the boy, as if possessed, kissed the young man fiercely, while simultaneously taking off his clothes. Once the boy was also naked, he lifted the young man's slender legs and placed them on his shoulders, inserting his
penis into the young man's swollen, dark opening. "Ah!" the young man cried out, shaking his head, water droplets flying from his hair.

It felt so good; the young man's mouth was wet and tight. When I penetrated deeper and reached the slightest protrusion, the sensitive flesh would contract and writhe, and when I withdrew, the mouth would grip
me tightly. This was a different kind of pleasure from what I experienced from behind; it was the pleasure of being a predator.

Suddenly, countless tentacles stretched out from behind the water plants, pulling the two who were entwined into the water. The boy hugged the young man tightly, and at that moment,
he realized that he could not live without him.

As they descended into the water, the seaweed entangled them. It teased the boy, drilling towards the most stimulating spot, while several tentacles reached the point where they were joined,
accelerating the boy's rhythm within the young man's body.

"Ah...ah...no...enough...ah...um...I can't take it anymore...save me...ah...please..." Crystalline tears kept
sliding down his cheeks , and the young man's mouth uttered incoherent words, making him look pitiful and touching, and endearing to everyone.

The boy kissed away the young man's tears, enduring the deadly pleasure coming from both ends, and thrust hard into the young man's tender protrusion. The two climaxed at the same time, and the young man
fainted amidst the intertwining pain and pleasure.

The boy slipped out, and the seaweed began frantically vying for the semen again, as the boy had ejaculated inside the young man's body. Many tentacles squeezed into the open mouth to suck up
the essence. The boy dragged the young man's exhausted body back to shore. Gently, he helped him put on the clothes scattered around him, ran his fingertips over the swollen, red
lips he had kissed, and then carried him back. The young man slowly opened his heavy eyelids, looked around, and found himself in a luxurious room. He tried to sit up
, but his body felt like it had been run over by a wheel; the pain was unbearable, especially his anus, which burned with a sharp, stabbing pain. In an instant, everything that had happened flashed before his eyes.
Last night he had accidentally discovered a shimmering lake, entered the water, and was suddenly grabbed by something, and then… He should have been fine after getting ashore
, but it seemed he had encountered someone who was doing that kind of thing to him along with those things.

"You're awake?" A clear voice called to the young man. He looked over blankly and saw a boy with an angelic face.

The young man angrily turned his face away. Even if he were an angel, he was a fallen angel, because it was him last night. The young man felt the sheets sink slightly, and then his face was turned
towards him. The boy smiled sweetly at him, "I am Roland Saint-Sophie. What's your name?"

The young man stared in shock at the boy before him. This was the lord of this territory, Count Schiffeld? So the nobleman had inherited
his title . The count moved closer to the young man, smiling as he pressed his forehead against him. His warm breath, carrying a faint scent of violets, brushed against the young man's ear. "
Irene." His lips parted and closed, lightly brushing against the count's overly close lips.

Roland smiled at Irene's answer, and pressed his lips to Irene's, gently licking and chewing, intimately caressing his soft little mouth. His nimble tongue
skillfully probed into Irene's mouth, then coiled around the passive tongue like a snake, determined to elicit a response from him.

Hot…so hot… Irene, being passionately kissed by Roland, felt so hot he was about to suffocate. He struggled to pull away. “Irene,” Roland
pulled back slightly, his watery eyes deep and burning with desire. “You can’t escape.” Irene gasped, his voice
barely audible. “Who cares about you?”

Before Irene could react, Roland kissed him again, teasing his bewildered tongue even more boldly, until he noticed Irene was completely
limp on the bed, then he stopped. "Get some sleep first, there's something even more exciting waiting for you tonight."

Irese had intended to argue, but he was too exhausted from the previous night, and had just used up his last bit of strength. He blinked his purple eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.
It was so itchy , so painful. Something, something was pulsating and teasing his anus, stimulating his nerves again and again. Irese laboriously
turned over, probing his anus with his fingers, but it wasn't enough; his fingers weren't long or thick enough to reach the very end.

"Ugh... Someone please save me... Ah... It's so painful..."

At his most painful moment, a strong hand came from behind and moved to the front, kneading his trembling penis. Then, from behind, another hand pulled him apart, and a
thick, hard object was inserted. "Ah...so good..."

A soft, wet object licked at the young man's smooth back. "Still trying to escape?"

When Irese realized that the count was riding on top of him, he tried to break free. But when the count made a move to leave, the young man disregarded
all dignity and shame, and stubbornly raised his buttocks high, his wanton little mouth tightly holding the young man's penis, "Ah...don't go, I want it, ah..."

The boy gave a wicked smile, thrusting deeply into the young man's depths, savoring the friction of the tip against that spot and the pleasure of its constricting, writhing contractions. The more
intense the sensation in the front, the less the hunger and emptiness in his rear cavern would diminish. Roland was a nobleman, accustomed to conquest and plunder. He could tolerate such pleasures once or twice, but to forever submit to
those seaweeds or other men was absolutely unacceptable. Fortunately, he had now found a solution. Bestial penetration allowed him to directly pierce
deep inside. "More... ah... give me... deeper... ah..." The young man, lost in ecstasy, vigorously swayed his hips, welcoming the boy's penis.

The boy aimed at that spot and quickened his thrusts, causing the young man to moan incessantly. Hot, scalding fluid instantly filled the young man's small hole, and he too ejaculated.
However the boy quickly recovered his energy and could continue thrusting without pulling out. The young man, though exhausted, couldn't bear the silence of his newly satisfied lustful orifice.
Roland and Irene, like two beasts in heat, mated and ejaculated without a moment's rest.

As dawn broke, the two, utterly exhausted, collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Roland woke up earlier than Ires. He sat up, his penis
withdrawing as he did so. He keenly noticed that the young man's mouth, which should have been full of semen, now only had a small amount clinging to it, as if it were being absorbed. Roland
thought of the seaweed in the lake; they also fed on semen. Could it be that some seaweed remained inside them, causing them to crave being penetrated?

When Irese woke up, his body seemed less tired, although his anus was still swollen and sore. He supported himself as he walked into the bathroom, leaning against the wall as he showered in
warm water . The warm feeling relaxed his body. He remembered last night, when he had begged the boy not to leave, shamelessly swaying his hips to seduce the man.
What was wrong with his body? It craved penetration and fullness so wantonly, as if it could never be enough. Now, as the water flowed over his anus, it would automatically
stir , and his body would heat up again. Irese involuntarily raised his hips towards the water, allowing the water to flow deeper into his body. "Mmm... mmm..."

"You want it again, you want it, don't you, you want it?" Roland had entered the bathroom at some point, his arms crossed as he admired the young man's shameful posture. In fact, when he heard Irene's moans from
outside the door , he had also felt a strong urge to have it.

The boy lifted one of the young man's legs with one hand, took the showerhead with the other, and then held the water close to the young man's anus, forcefully
pushing the water directly into the innermost part of the young man's anus.

"Ah...ah...it's so stimulating...ah...it's so deep...mmm..." the young man gasped, caressing his clitoris and penis.
Seeing this, the boy could no longer resist and thrust into the young man's cunt, pounding upwards. Washed by the water, they
quickly reached climax after climax. But Ires, on the other hand, seemed unsatisfied, still wanting more.

Roland led Irene to the bath and continued their wanton sex, observing as he ejaculated. As he expected, they did indeed have seaweed inside them,
because very little of their released semen floated in the water. Irene had been so thirsty earlier because the water had washed away the seaweed's food, which was why the lewd
tentacles kept arousing Irene's desire.

If you know the root of the problem, everything will be easier. Roland gazed at the young man. Although Ires had fainted, his swollen, red vulva still parted slightly.
A smile played on Roland's lips. Ires had been here for days, spending his time either in bed or in the bathroom making love. Today was the first time he had stepped out of his room. This place was
incredibly luxurious. As a commoner, he had never imagined he would have the chance to set foot in such a distant castle. Now, he was living a noble life, all thanks to
this prostitute-like body. Compared to the beginning, he no longer disliked the beautiful young man, because he was the one who was lewd, and he couldn't blame anyone else.

As they walked, nearing the first floor, they heard a delicate voice weeping. Peeking down, they saw a slender young man kneeling on the floor, seemingly
pleading with the Count. Suddenly, the handsome young man unbuttoned his robe and began masturbating in front of Roland. The young man blushed, his breathing quickening.
"Irene, watching from up there is so tiring, why don't you come down?" Roland had noticed Irene hiding somewhere. Irene reluctantly came down,
head bowed, unsure where to look. Suddenly, the Count pulled him down onto the sofa, grabbing his hands and pinning them above his head, rendering him immobile. "If you
don't want to be kicked out, go for it now," the Count demanded of the handsome young man. Irene and the handsome young man stared at the Count in shock, but quickly, the handsome young man approached
Irene , ripped off his clothes, and took Irene's penis into his mouth. The young man, unable to withstand the stimulation, couldn't help but moan. "Ah...no...
don't touch there with your tongue...ah...don't suck..." The beautiful boy performed oral sex on the young man while exploring his anus with his fingers. Once all four fingers could move
freely in and out, the beautiful boy looked at the count with pitiful eyes again. "Use the back-sitting position," Roland coldly commanded. With the count's
help, the beautiful boy sat on Ires's back and penetrated him.

"Ah..." Irene exclaimed. He had never tried this position before. Because the penis was inserted from bottom to top, and due to gravity, the penis reached
an unprecedented depth.

"Ah...so deep...um...a little to the left...um yes...that little spot...ah..." Don't let the handsome young man's seemingly frail appearance fool you; his proud member is
anything but weak, completely filling the young man's small hole, and so deep it almost reaches his rectum. With a final thrust, the handsome young man ejaculated, his semen hitting
Irese 's sensitive spot, causing the vagina to contract tightly, bringing the handsome young man unprecedented pleasure.

Before the count could give any further orders, the handsome young man began to move on his own. The youth seemed to possess an alluring charm; his seductive moans, his tight,
moist honey pot, and everything about him made one want to constantly ravage and defile him.

The young man's legs were spread wide facing him, his thighs being supported by the handsome boy as they rose and fell. His lewd little mouth was sucking on the swollen penis, and
the white fluid that he had ejaculated on his stomach was slowly flowing towards the point of contact, being sucked in through the opening.

The count used two fingers to widen the seemingly empty opening, the young man resisting by shaking his head. The handsome boy, seemingly aware of the count's intention, pulled the young man's legs
even wider. Roland lifted Ires, forcefully inserting the tip into the remaining space, then released him. Ires sat down heavily, the wrinkles completely smoothed
out, and the vulva opened to its maximum, deeply enveloping the two thick, hard penises. "Ah...no...it's going to break...ah...ah...it's going to
break..."

Before the young man could adjust, they began their frenzied thrusting. Because of the two bodies, the openings were tightly gripped, and the friction between them during the thrusting
caused the pleasure to surge dramatically in the attacker's body.

At first, Irene wasn't used to being attacked by two people at the same time, but the clones mastered the rhythm, sometimes going in and out simultaneously, sometimes one in and one out. The two iron rods
rubbed against the small opening, always managing to thrust into the protrusion, and even deliberately moved in a circular motion.

"Ah...that's great...get on me...mmm...mmm...come on, come on...oh...fuck me...not enough...ah...mmm...not enough...
mmm...ah...ah...ah...fuck me to death..."

After countless rounds, the two penises continued to ejaculate large amounts of fluid, and the young man became increasingly excited and wanton after receiving the semen,
as if he wanted to drain the two of them of their essence.

Roland suddenly felt the itching sensation in his anus disappear, replaced by his penis touching Irene's semen-filled cunt. The Count laughed, his smile reaching his eyes.
The obscene seaweed within him had been drawn out by its food, heading towards the young man's cave. The Count had achieved his goal, but he no longer wanted to let go of
Irene . Roland
pushed away the beautiful young man, who was immersed in lust, and wrapped Irene's legs around his back, walking upstairs in their joined position. Although Irene felt his anus was a little looser, the new position of his penis satisfied him. He held Roland tightly, enjoying another round of endless ravaging. Irene
strolled in the spacious garden. A month had passed since Roland and the beautiful young man had taken him together. Roland hadn't shared him with anyone else, but he
still entangled with him every night until dawn. And his body, after even the most intense sex, would quickly recover its strength. His cunt
was inseparable from Roland. Not only that, his sexual desire was unusually strong. Roland had satisfied him thoroughly last night, and this morning, his wanton body
was craving . Usually, Roland had to do his business in the morning, so Ires managed to suppress his desires or masturbate to relieve himself. And now it was happening again
. The young man had intended to wait until he returned to his room, but his legs were too weak. He looked around; it seemed no other servants were passing by. The young man casually picked a dozen or so ripe cherries, half-pulled down his pants,
knelt on the grass, and shamefully stuffed a cherry into his erotic hole—not enough. He continued, pushing in the second, the third, until the fourteenth was only
halfway in before he couldn't go any further. Ires contracted his opening and began to wiggle his buttocks.

Lost in his lust, the young man didn't notice the approaching footsteps. When he did, he saw three men staring at him with bloodshot eyes. They
rushed over and began groping him. Irene was about to cry for help when the male lead said, "Go ahead and scream! Let everyone see how lewd you are!" Irene
stopped . "Let's have our fun. We won't tell the young master."

Three men were defiling the young man with their hands and tongues, rubbing his nipples, sucking his penis, and kneading his testicles. The first man hugged him from behind,
making him sit on top of him, and rubbing his penis. The second man was biting one of his clitoris, while his right hand was pinching and scraping the other. The third man found a small shovel and
used the handle to insert it into the young man's cherry-filled anus, causing the cherry juice to flow out, making the men's lower bodies ache.

"No wonder the young master loves you so much. Just looking at you makes me almost climax." The third male lead licked the flowing fruit juice, his tongue lewdly sticking into the hole
. "Ah...no...get away from me...ah..." Irene cried and struggled. He didn't want to be touched by any other man except Roland.

The second male lead picked a lot of flowers with stems still attached and brought back a long, narrow bottle filled with nutrient solution. "Little vixen, let's play something else." The first male lead
stopped Ires's actions, while the second male lead slowly inserted the bottle deep into the hole, pushing it in smoothly. The nutrient solution then flowed into the young man's rectum before being pulled
out. The third male lead immediately grabbed the flowers and thrust them into the anus in one go, a dozen or so flowers blocking the nutrient solution from flowing out. "Look, now your cunt
has grown flowers."

The nutrient solution sloshed around in her stomach, and countless twigs mixed with cherry pulp filled her rear. "Ah...it hurts so much...ah...Roland, save me...ah
...I can't take it anymore..."

"What are you doing?" a cold voice rang out. When Roland heard Ires calling him and rushed over, he saw this scene. The three
men froze instantly, then put Ires down and knelt to one side. Roland went over and covered Ires with his clothes. "Cut off their genitals, feed
them, then tear them apart."

The guards responded and dragged the three wailing figures away. Tears streamed down Irene's face. "Roland, I'm in so much pain, help me."
Roland laid Irene on her side on the grass and slowly pulled the flower stem out. Because it was so tightly packed, he had to shake the stem to loosen the opening. "
Mmm..." Irene groaned softly. The initial nausea had been replaced by pleasure. After Irene pulled it out, nutrient solution mixed with red cherry juice slowly
flowed out. "Mmm... there's more inside, ah..." Before the young man could speak, the boy had already inserted his fingers, scooping out the fruit. It was already clean,
but it was still wet and hot inside. The sensitive flesh instinctively gripped his fingers tightly. Roland, unwilling to let go, continued teasing the vulva, searching for the spot that drove Irene wild. "Mmm
...ah...not yet...I...mmm...so hot..." Roland's middle finger finally touched a small protrusion, and he gently scratched it with his nail. "
Ah...don't do that...mmm..." This elicited a moan from Irene. The boy increased the pressure, scratching that spot and pressing it with two fingers. "Ah...I
'm going to come..."

Just then, the boy used the fingers of his other hand to block the entrance of the young man's penis, preventing him from releasing. "Ah... let go... um... let me go...
ah... ah... don't torture me... um..." Roland smiled wickedly, "I want you to release from behind, Irene." Then he kept focusing on that
sensitive spot, and finally, he pinched the protrusion with both hands and twisted it hard.

With a shout from the young man, a large amount of liquid flowed out from his anus, wetting the boy's hands.

"Look, this is what's in your back, overflowing your cunt." The boy licked his fingers. "So sweet. Maybe in the future, I'll become obsessed with this
way of loving you." He released his grip on the young man's penis, and white fluid flowed out like a stream. Irene gasped for breath, her whole body trembling. It was too intense, so
intense that even her intestinal fluid was secreted. Her anus, like a woman's, knew how to automatically secrete lubrication, making it easy for a man to enter.

Roland helped him get dressed and carried him back to the castle.

Irene didn't wake up until night.

"Why were you attacked there? They shouldn't dare touch my people." Roland lay half-reclined on the bed, his beautiful blue eyes fixed on Ires. Ires
remembered the reason and turned his head away in shame, unable to face Roland. "Why? Did you seduce them?" Roland's eyes burned with jealousy. Ires belonged to him alone
; only he could love him and torment him. "No, it's because I want you." Ires blurted out, his face immediately turning as red as if
he'd been boiled .

A radiant smile bloomed on Roland's lips. "My little enchantress, it turns out it's not just you who loves me, but your body does too. In that case, I'll give you a
gift . This is a model of my clone, exactly the same size, sure to satisfy you. Come, try inserting it into your greedy little
mouth yourself."

Irene blushed as she accepted the gift, then shamefully spread her legs and slowly inserted the dildo inch by inch. Adjusting her breathing, she effortlessly pushed the enormous penis
in, though a little still peeked out. Seeing this, Roland forcefully thrust the rest in.

"Ah...it's so big..."

"Are you satisfied now? It can even move!" The boy reached in and pressed a button. The fake sun immediately began to move rhythmically, just like a real one. "
Okay, let's go downstairs for dinner."

As Irese ate, he suppressed the frantic throbbing within him. He didn't want to appear lewd and wanton in front of hundreds of servants, and he had barely managed to get through
dinner .

Upon returning to the room, the young man immediately knelt on the ground, panting heavily. The boy then removed the young man's tight pants.

"You lewd Irene, not only your front, but your backside is also dripping with lustful fluids." The boy caressed his round, upturned buttocks. "This gift has another
function ,"

The young man twitched a few times and released, while at the same time, the fake penis also released white fluid, filling the small hole.

"As long as your beautiful little mouth reaches a certain temperature and tightness, it can be similar to ejaculation. After ejaculating once, you can get a new packet of vaginal fluid,
as much as you want, right?"

Roland carried Irene to the bed. "But when I'm around, of course it's me who will satisfy you."

Although the method was despicable, it effectively satisfied Irese's insatiable desires. That day, after Irese had used the dildo on himself several times, the lubricant
ran out, but it wasn't enough; the young man's cunt was still thirsty. He remembered the boy mentioning that there seemed to be some left in the study.

He laboriously walked over, searching around, and found a rocking horse for children in a corner. His childlike heart stirred, and he thought he'd look for it again later. But as he
sat down, he heard a sound, and then, remembering what he'd done, he realized that his penis and the rocking horse had merged somewhere, and it seemed like something was starting up;
the rocking horse began to swing back and forth on its own. When it was still, it was fine, but as the rocking horse moved, the dildo entered him, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly.

"Ah...so good...mmm...it feels like it's real...ah..." The feeling was completely different from doing it himself; it was deeper and more powerful. After several
rounds , the young man felt he had enough, but he couldn't stop the rocking horse. The rocking horse continued to stimulate him intensely, and the young man ejaculated several more times until he was completely exhausted and passed out
. But soon, he was awakened by the intense pleasure shooting straight to his head, and before long, he passed out again due to the intensity. He kept passing out and waking up like this, and
the rocking horse ejaculated dozens of times.

"So you came here." Roland's voice brought him to his senses. "I was going to surprise you with this rocking horse, but you found it yourself." Irese
looked at Roland blurry-eyed. "Ah... help me, I... ah... enough..."

Roland turned off the switch, smiled, and said, "Is that enough? But I haven't even started yet. It seems you really enjoy horseback riding. I'll take you tomorrow." The next day,
Roland dressed Irene up and took him to the private equestrian center. After the servants brought in a horse, all the others were cleared away.

"Take off your pants," Roland said to Irene. "What? Why?" Irene thought she had misheard. "It's your first time riding a horse, and you'll easily wrinkle
these fine silk trousers. Come on, take them off," Roland explained, seemingly offering a plausible explanation.

Irese didn't believe it at all, but he had no reason to refute it, so he shamefully took off his pants. Now, he was fully clothed on the upper body and naked on the lower body, but
he wore knee-high boots on his legs, which were both seductive and wanton.

Irene sat in front, while Roland sat behind her, holding the horse with one hand. Irene was very nervous at first, but he quickly got used to riding. Suddenly, he
felt a strange sensation in his anus—it was a finger. The Count inserted his finger from behind.

"No, Roland, don't do this." Irene shifted her body, only to have the fingers thrust deeper and deeper. "Don't do it this way, or like this." Roland
pulled his fingers away, widening her vulva. "Lift your body up."

Irene shook his head, but his body involuntarily rose, making it easier for Roland to enter. Soon, Roland felt his little mouth begin
to flow . He withdrew his fingers, but Irene still clung tightly to him, unwilling to let go. Roland thrust into Irene in one swift motion, fucking him on the galloping horse. "Ah...
ah... too deep... no... ah..." With each sway of the horse, Irene's little hole was subjected to tremendous impact. Roland quickened the whip, making the horse
gallop wildly, enjoying unparalleled pleasure. The two connected, simultaneously feeling as if they wanted to fly. Today, Roland took Irene to a ball.
Irene was not used to the atmosphere of the party, and went to the balcony alone, enjoying the cool night breeze. Suddenly, a hand covered Irene's mouth, and another hand ambiguously placed on
his buttocks, caressing him through his pants.

"Don't make a sound, there are a lot of people outside." A deep male voice sounded in my ear.

Then the hand that had been covering his mouth came down and moved to his front. It slipped inside his pants and erotically stroked the hot spot. The hand behind him also slipped in,
probing the tightly closed opening with its fingers, then inserting them to explore inside.

"Mmm..." Irene groaned softly, unable to bear it any longer. Semen had already begun to leak from the tip, and the anus was contracting.

"No wonder you're the Earl's new favorite. Look at your little hole, it's like it wants to suck my fingers in, and it's so hot and wet inside," the man said,
speeding up his movements.

Irese covered his mouth with his hand, but alluring moans still escaped from between his fingers. He swayed his hips, seeking deeper pleasure. Just as he was about to climax
, the man stopped. Irese blushed and looked back. It was a handsome man, but what he wanted to know was why he hadn't let him climax.

The man slowly inserted his fingers into the opened honey hole, and the automatically secreted fluid kept flowing out. "If you want it, put your fingers in yourself,
you have to use both hands."

Irese struggled for a moment, but desire overcame reason, and he played with himself back and forth with his long, slender fingers. Now, his pants were half-pushed down to
his calves , his hands were covered in liquid, and there were streaks of liquid on his thighs. His buttocks swayed in rhythm with his movements, his eyes were blurry with tears, and he let out moans of pleasure.
No man could resist such a visual shock.

Just as Irese was about to ejaculate, the man grasped his desire. "Ah, don't do this, please... let me go... ah..."

The man licked his red clitoris and said, "Open your cunt yourself and let me in, or I won't let you be free."

Irene's fingers trembled as she spread open the wet, moist opening. "Ah..." With a moan, the man's huge member finally slid in, filling
the opening completely.

"Ah...I want it...it feels so good...deeper...faster...ah...mmm..."

After five rounds, the little hole was completely filled, the man's penis still deep inside, pressing against Ires' sensitive spot. With each breath, his sensitive
body trembled, further intensifying the friction. "So good, you wanton little vixen, your body is addictive." The man
thrust hard, ejaculating his last essence deep inside, the hot liquid directly hitting Ires' prostate, bringing him to a climax after a climax.
The man pulled out his penis, immediately plugged the hole tightly with a plug, then helped him pull his pants back up and tidied himself up.

Before leaving, he pinched his penis and said, "Little vixen, I'll come back to love you again."

Although Irene felt extremely ashamed, his body felt a sense of fullness, a comfortable and satisfying sensation. However, Roland must never know about this. He
feigned composure as he walked through the hall to the restroom. He immediately locked the door upon entering. Trembling, he pulled down his pants, climbed onto the marble sink, and knelt
before the faucet with his back to the mirror. Using one hand to support himself and keeping his body parallel to the water, he reached behind his anus with the other and slowly removed the plug. Because the plug was thick and long, Irene had to manipulate it
to pull it out. "Ah…" His anus involuntarily contracted, making it even harder to remove the plug.

"Mmm... Ah..." After much effort, it was finally pulled out, but the young man's whole body was red, saliva flowed down his beautiful neck to his chest, the tip was soaked, and the
crystal liquid dripped onto the marble, the honey hole was wide open, and liquid was vaguely flowing out.

Irese slowly lowered his body, aligning his opening with the faucet, inserting the tip of the faucet a little, and then turned on the water. "Ah!" It
was too stimulating; the powerful water instantly filled his anus. He endured the pleasure, letting as much water as possible penetrate his body before turning off the faucet. Then he inserted his fingers inside
, digging out the semen left by the man. After several times, he finally cleaned his anus completely. But this left him in a state of intense arousal. He
used his fingers to manipulate his anus, mimicking the man's massive thrusting, but it wasn't enough; he wanted something bigger and thicker. Irese had no choice but to rub his anus against
the faucet , his mouth tightly clenching, quickly taking the faucet into his mouth as far as it could go. He moved his body up and down, using his weight to slam his penis hard against
the top of the faucet.

"You lewd Irene, do you want something to fill your little mouth so badly?" Roland walked in at some point.

Irese was startled, and his desire erupted. He panted, looking at Bai Jue shyly. "My lustful Irese, are you so unsatisfied?"
Roland walked over gracefully, caressing the young man's red lips with his fingertip. "Ah..." Irese parted his lips slightly, sticking out his little tongue to lick Roland's finger.

Roland kissed Irene fiercely, frantically seizing her sweet nectar. Only when Irene was almost breathless did he release her and move downwards, nibbling at her beautiful neck and
collarbone, until he reached her plump breasts, gently blowing on them. Roland licked the surrounding area, refusing to touch the center. "Look, it's already hard, so beautiful."

"It hurts so much...no..." Irene trembled all over, her whole body flushed red from lust, her chest stained an alluring rose color.

After playing with it for a while, Roland finally took the protruding nipple into his mouth and bit down, feeling its stiffness with his tongue. Then he bit down hard and pulled it with his teeth.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

He played with one side until it was red and swollen, then turned to the other side. His hand slid down, stroking the tip, and glistening fluid kept overflowing. Roland rubbed
the small opening at the tip with his fingertips, the direct and intense stimulation causing Irene to scream.

"Ah... um... don't touch there... ah..."

Roland released his grip, then turned Ires's lewd body around, making him face the mirror.

"Do it yourself while looking in the mirror, but don't let it come out, understand?" Roland licked and nibbled at the sensitive ear.

Irene spread her legs wide, shyly teasing her own penis with her hands, gazing tearfully at her wanton reflection in the mirror.

He slipped his hand into the warm, moist opening, feeling the tight flesh enveloping his fingers, which continued to secrete fluid, making his movements easier. Upon touching that spot,
Roland frowned.

"Irene, what did you just do?"

"Ah...no...I want it..."

He repeatedly scraped that spot with his fingertips, while his other hand reached forward to caress the plump little ball. "Tell me, what did you just do?"

Roland knew every part of Irene's body, especially his sensitive spots. He noticed that the spot he had just touched was different from usual. Although before, when he
touched Irene's vagina would contract strongly and the sensitive spot would tremble slightly with the flesh, now that spot was a little swollen. He hadn't touched
him or used any toys today.

"Ah...give it to me...it's so hard..." Irene lewdly manipulated her buttocks, her hands rapidly stroking the tip.

"Did someone else touch you?" The cold voice startled Irene, who was blinded by desire, and she stopped moving.

"Fine, I couldn't satisfy you, so you'll have to find another man."

"That's not it, Roland, I... ah..."

Roland thrust in all at once, brutally pounding and relentlessly attacking the most sensitive spot. Reason had been consumed by rage; he only wanted more,
only wanted to penetrate deeper into the hot, tight interior of the man beneath him, to plunder him completely. He was his, and no one else could touch him. Tears of passion involuntarily
streamed from the corners of his eyes, like the throbbing of a clitoris, dripping with lustful fluid. The pink, tight opening was stretched to its limit, yet it was also incredibly elastic, writhing and tightly
enveloping his massive member, greedily sucking.

"Ah!... There!... Ah... Don't poke me anymore, I'm... almost there... Ah!..." Unable to hold back any longer, under Roland's
frenzied ravaging, Irene spread her legs wide and wrapped them around the man's waist, screaming wildly and releasing the pleasure her body was receiving.

Grasp his penis and block the tip that was secreting lustful fluids. The man cruelly tied his penis tightly with his tie.

"Ugh!...No...Ahhh..."

The man relentlessly pounded against his plump buttocks, continuing to torment and plunder him, never allowing him to climax before satisfying himself.

Her lewd little hole was completely pierced. When it was forcefully penetrated, it would contract its muscles sensitively. When it was forcibly pulled out, even the tender flesh would bulge out.
The sensitivity there spread throughout her body, making the man below feel like he was dying of ecstasy.

"Oh... Ah! Ahhhhhh!..."

The enormous member was finally subdued by the alluring, seductive vagina, surging violently a few times before gushing forth, pouring its hot fluid into the man's pink, tender vagina beneath it.
But Roland didn't withdraw; his desire showed no sign of abating. He continued to violate Irese, branding him with his mark, making him remember who he was, and that he could never leave him
again .

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