The orange firelight is blurry and hazy.

On that large large bed, Constance, the Duchess of Orleans, was lying on the bed with her hair disheveled. The thin snow-white quilt covered her delicate body, and she was leaning on the head of the bed with her elbows supporting her hands.

Next to her was a wrinkled blanket, and the other end was held in someone's hand. At this moment, she was biting her lower lip tightly, with a hint of shame in her eyes, and a shameful blush dyed her face a bright red.

Why shame?

The reason is simple.

One of her legs was held in the hand of a big pervert, who looked at her unscrupulously.

Earlier, I was busy dealing with Constance's sweet lips and soft tongue. I didn't expect that the princess lying on the bed had a pretty good figure. Look at this lively and delicate body, with undulating peaks and ridges. She should be very erect.

, it should be raised.

Perhaps my gaze was too unfriendly. Constance pulled the thin quilt with one hand and tried to negotiate with me: "I think I can do this myself..."

"Really?" I returned to her exactly what she said a few minutes ago, "You took that medicine and your body is so weak, can you do it?"

"You, you! I..." Constance was speechless and could only moan. In panic, the blush on her face suddenly spread to her ears.

Her eyes moved back to Constance's legs again. I have to say that the long legs that came into view were very beautiful. Not only did they feel wonderful, but they also had excellent curves. They extended from the calf to the thigh, just like the golden section.

It looks like it was cut by threads. No wonder Sachs once praised this girl Constance for her unparalleled legs...

I'm very curious about how this girl managed to get such long legs with perfect curves. She is neither Assassin nor Philetria, is it possible that she can still jump around?

"Constance, if you are just an ordinary noble lady, you will inevitably have some fat on your legs in many cases, right? How did you do it?"

"I do ballet."

When I have time, I'll have to let this girl Constance teach Pennywise.

Pennywise's figure is petite. She is not afraid of gaining weight. But she is afraid that without exercise, she will become flabby in the future.

The blanket wiped Constance's skin. But even if I wiped it slowly, Constance only had two legs for me to play with, so Constance gritted her teeth and passed it all at once. But

.How can I let this French girl who just showed off her power in front of me pass so easily?

I picked up the props I had picked up long ago from the bedside. Constance couldn't help but blush even more when she saw them.

"Miss Orleans, why don't you let me help you put on your stockings? It's autumn now and we're in the forest. If you don't put them on, you might catch a cold."

"Can I object..."

"Well, I can't. Come and lift your legs."

The beautiful feet were stretched into an arch shape, and she lifted them up with slight trembling, holding Constance's calf. The palms of her hands were silky and warm, and the palms were delicate and moist.

The thin, snow-white stockings are unfolded. I don’t know why many women in this era like to wear stockings of this color, but I think that white, pure white, is indeed the color of girls like Constance and Pennywise.

It goes well together. As for Assassin, she

It can withstand any color. I put a pair of stockings on her toes, and the thin stockings went up along the toes little by little. As I moved, the stockings wrapped around Constance

Si's calf slowly and bit by bit swallowed up the skin it passed.

In his hand, Candantus's thighs were hot. Seeing me like this, she couldn't help but tighten the thin quilt in her hand: "Don't look ..."

"I used to take off my clothes more than once in front of me, why don't let me see it now?"

"The situation at the time was different ..."

Holding a leg of Candttus, stroking the skin of the thigh roots, the Duke of the Duke of Kandt Sat panting the aroma, and the eyes glanced several times and moved away.

His lower body, invading Kandttus, as I squeezed, the double peaks on the chest of Candantas were deformed.

"Different? It is also a lonely man and widow. Where is the difference?"

Kangstein's heartbeat quickly, even nervous enough to close his eyes, dare not look directly at me. This girl is really, the typical light is not done, and the moment I thought about it.

Now that such a thing has appeared, she is advised?

Closing his eyes, Kangsteas asked very badly: "You, what's the need to get in today?"

Well?

The daughter -in -law's daughter screamed with her head, and she screamed: "First of all, say okay, no gun can not work!"

"What did you think of me?!"

The side of the left side of Candantas opened a thin seam slightly, and she asked confused: "Aren't you going to a prank to me?"

I turned my eyes: "Tonight, I don't intend to stuff anything, but Miss Cangsus, Miss Candis, I didn't expect that kind of thing, but you thought of it and mentioned it. Are you looking forward to?

What? "

"Beorned, no! Me, Duke of Dangdang .. How can you look forward to that kind of thing !!!"

"Really? What do you think of this?"

Under the fire candle, under the gaze of the Duke, who was also not so normal, I put on stockings for her other legs, and the slender beautiful legs caught in my hand were put on a smooth and translucent stockings.

It exudes a charming luster that is different from the skin. I opened my mouth and kissed it. Candantus was attacked coldly, and there was a shit in the throat.

Nympho

Oh my god!

He just kissed like this!

The opponent's mouth was moved, and the heart of Candantas could not help but beat even more severely, and his hands were even more forceful with his hands. Why?

Oh my god, if he keeps kissing, he will ...

What should I do?

As long as she thought of that picture, Candantus's body trembled. Seriously, she was looking forward to it, but she was also nervous, but she was more afraid.

Fear?

Of course, she had to be scared. Several times she was incontinuous in front of the other side. If this time, once again, it appeared very unbearable ... God, this is the prince of Rome. He was sprayed by me.

I'm still dead!

No, is he doing this to do that kind of thing?

Maybe he is eager to spray him with his face?

Isn't he so perverted anyway?

God, what should I do?

As my mouth moved, Candantis trembled involuntarily. Nasal breath became more and more heavy and turbid.

Already over the knee!

Already reached the thigh ...

There is another point. It's coming!

Damn, why did I forget to sprinkle perfume on the thigh!

I knew that I would sprinkle perfume on my thigh!

Maybe I am ready. Come next?

"Body, let you wipe you, and the stockings also let you wear it. I can always sleep?"

sleep?

terribly sorry.

It's too late to say that now.

"don't want!"

Constance let out a sweet cry. But this could not stop her from showing off her beauty. She lifted up the snow-white quilt to reveal her slender legs. An unprecedented shyness made Constance close her legs tightly.

.

The gaze made Constance's blushing face become even more delicate and flushed.

I picked up Constance and asked her: "Miss Orleans, are you particularly emotional tonight, or are you usually so easy to bear?"

"This is all caused by the medicine I took!"

As expected of a young lady from a high-class aristocracy, she used her arrogance to her advantage. She was able to do it right away, and her responsibilities were completely shirked in no time.

"Really? But I remember that one day a certain person lost a lot of water when he didn't take medicine."

"I am a princess and you are playing with me. I am so beautiful and fragrant. Can't I tell you to shut up?"

Constance, who was becoming arrogant, covered my mouth with her soft and gentle lips. Her face was flushed. While licking and swallowing, her body was entangled with her. Her beautiful legs were crossed and rubbed, and they were tightly entangled like an octopus.

She hugged me, her palms covering my palms, not letting me leave at all.

There was a passionate kiss, and unknowingly, I lifted the beauty in my arms under my body. However, the beauty at the moment no longer had any strength to close her legs. She could only struggle symbolically to maintain her proper restraint.

, but it is obvious that Constance's feeble struggle will only add a bit of flattery.

I picked up her beautiful legs in stockings with one hand. They were long and tight. The stockings were as white and pure as the virgin underneath. I asked, "Do you know what I will put in them later?"

"Are you going to kill me... with that... little stick?"
To be continued...