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Hugging Nightingale from behind, Roland leaned his head on Nightingale's shoulder and said, "It's okay. I know you've suffered a lot and you've been tortured a lot. You may feel dirty, but I want to tell you that I don't mind." Nightingale tried hard to break free
, but Roland held her very tightly. She was afraid of hurting Roland, so she didn't dare to use too much force.
After Roland made sure that Nightingale was no longer struggling, he turned Nightingale around to face him with both hands.
"Can't you see through other people's lies? See if I'm lying: I, Roland Wimbledon, don't mind Ms. Nightingale's past at all!"
Nightingale looked at Roland who was serious in front of her, opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word, only tears kept flowing.
Roland knew that Nightingale must still be uneasy in her heart, and he wanted to defeat Nightingale's defense in one fell swoop!
"Nightingale! Tell me, how many men have you kissed, how many men's dicks have you licked!" Nightingale's whole body shook, looking at Roland who was asking the question, her heart was twisted, and the whole person could hardly breathe,
but in the end, she still answered with a bleak smile: "I have kissed 78 men, almost all of them were tongue kisses, and I have sucked more than 360 dicks in total."
When Roland heard Nightingale's answer, his eyes darkened. What Nightingale had experienced was still beyond his expectations, but this could not change his plan. Without too many words, Roland lifted Nightingale's smooth chin with his left hand and kissed her directly in Nightingale's surprised eyes.
Roland hooked Nightingale's slender waist with his right hand, making her plump body close to him, and his tongue aggressively pried open her teeth, grabbed the dodging tongue and sucked it into his mouth, swallowing her saliva. As the wet kiss deepened, Nightingale's eyes became blurred, and her tongue took the initiative to entangle with Roland's tongue in her mouth.
After an unknown amount of time, the two separated their lips, and Nightingale licked her rosy lips, as if she was still a little unsatisfied.
Roland said gently, "Look, even if you have kissed many men and sucked many cocks, I will still kiss you."
Then, without waiting for Nightingale to react, he picked her up horizontally and threw her on the soft bed. With a force of his hands, Nightingale's loose shirt was torn. Roland took out Nightingale's breasts that could not be grasped with one hand like an impatient rapist. With a force of his hands, the pink nipples and light-colored areolas squeezed out between the tiger's mouth.
"Then tell me, how many people have tasted your breasts?" Roland blew gently on Nightingale's nipples, looked at the goose bumps that were aroused, and asked Nightingale again.
"I can't remember... a lot of people, even if they didn't fuck me, they would... play with my breasts." Nightingale was like a little girl who didn't dare to lie, and stammered to honestly explain the lewd facts.
Before she finished speaking, Roland had already stuffed her nipples and areolas into his mouth and sucked hard.
It was strange that after accepting the reality, Roland did not feel that Nightingale was dirty, but became more excited. His original purpose was to relieve Nightingale's inferiority complex, but now, he himself could not tell what he really thought in his heart. But it didn't matter. This era was so chaotic. It was not his fault. He was just trying to fit in.
At this moment, Nightingale just hugged Roland's head and tried to stick out his chest to make him suck more comfortably. Compared with the pleasure from the nipples, Nightingale cared more about Roland's words. Roland did not lie. He really didn't care about his dirty body. The hardness of his thighs also showed that he had extraordinary sexual interest in him.
Obviously, he just came to swear allegiance and had no intention of going further. He was obviously a noble prince, and he was obviously a slut who was even lower than a prostitute...
Thinking of Roland kissing her without hesitation when he knew her filthiness, Nightingale was intoxicated. Perhaps, this was the reason.
In the silent room, the sound of "tsk tsk tsk" was particularly clear. When Roland raised his head, Nightingale also looked back with moist eyes.
Roland's hands were still kneading the snow-white breast flesh, and the soft touch made him love it.
"Look, even if there are countless men who have played with and tasted this pair of breasts, they are still so beautiful. I like them very much. I hope to knead them every day."
"As long as your highness doesn't mind, you can treat her as you like." Nightingale blushed, endured the itching of her lower body, and put her hand on Roland's hand, indicating that he could treat her more roughly.
However, Roland had to turn to the next target. He reluctantly left the beautiful breasts and pulled Nightingale's skirt to her waist. Looking at the underwear that had been soaked with lewd water, Roland took it off directly, revealing Nightingale's white lower body and a small piece of sparse and slightly curly golden hair on her pubic mound.
Nightingale also raised her hips actively, and after taking off her underwear, she spread her round and slender legs so that Roland could better observe her lower body.
At this time, Roland had already put his face in front of Nightingale's vagina, and his breath gently blew on the soft pubic hair. His fingers carefully separated the two labia, but his palm was still covered with the gushing vaginal fluid. Then he squeezed a middle finger into the soft flesh and stirred it.
"Nightingale, tell me, how many cocks have entered your vagina? How many people have ejaculated in it?"
"... 461 people have entered my body, and the same number of people have ejaculated in it. Witches can't get pregnant, so they can ejaculate inside without restraint." Nightingale glanced to the side, but still told the truth. "More than 100 people have used my back garden, and they all ejaculated in it..."
With this number, Roland understood what Nightingale meant by "playing around" before, but it didn't matter anymore. Roland had already put a handful of pubic hair into his mouth, straightened it with saliva, and then stretched out his tongue to carefully fiddle with Nightingale's clitoris, causing Nightingale to gasp a few times.
He then rolled the flowing vaginal fluid into his mouth, and the sweet and fragrant taste blossomed on his taste buds. Roland did not expect that Nightingale's vaginal fluid was actually sweet, and there was no fishy smell, but instead it exuded a fragrance. Could
this also be the extraordinary feature of witches' physique? However, he could explore this in detail when there were more witches. Roland did not forget the most important thing now.
He covered Nightingale's entire vagina with his mouth, and stretched his tongue into the vagina, licking the folds of the flesh wall carefully. When Nightingale felt the invasion of foreign objects, the vagina wall would actively wriggle and squeeze. Perhaps this had become instinct.
After tasting Nightingale's sweet vaginal fluid for a while, Roland stood up and continued to play with Nightingale's vagina with his fingers.
"Nightingale, do you still think I mind what happened to you?" Roland looked at Nightingale. Nightingale's eyes were full of infinite tenderness, like honey, her beautiful face was covered with blush, and her pearly teeth bit her lower lip tightly, as if to prevent herself from making that shameful cry.
At this time, Roland's lower body tightened, and a small hand had already grabbed his hard cock through his pants.
"Your Highness, you have done enough, it's time for me to serve you." Nightingale pushed Roland onto the bed, leaned over Roland's crotch, raised her head and looked at Roland charmingly, took off Roland's trousers with both hands, took a look at the small tent that was erected, and gave a sweet kiss on the top through the underwear, then untied the laces of the underwear with her teeth, pressed down the erect penis with her chin, bit the upper edge of the underwear, and took it off bit by bit.
The swollen red glans was exposed first, bounced on Nightingale's lips, and then slid across the nose, cheeks, and forehead as Nightingale moved. When the underwear was completely taken off, Nightingale's pretty face was buried in Roland's pubic hair.
After taking a few deep sniffs of the pubic hair, the rich smell filled her nose, making her feel a little dizzy. She then extended her tongue and licked the shaft along the scrotum, then drew small circles around the glans, gently kissed the urethra, and finally opened her mouth and swallowed the moistened glans into her mouth.
Her tongue stirred the saliva, teasing the sensitive glans, carefully sweeping the coronal sulcus, and then swallowed it deeply, massaging the glans with the soft flesh of her throat. Nightingale was already very skilled in this technique. She then spit out the penis, sucked one of Roland's testicles into her mouth, then the other, and then went on to take care of the erect penis.
At the same time, Nightingale's slender fingers also reached Roland's anus, carefully inserted them with the help of saliva lubrication, and gently massaged the area near the anus.
"Hiss! Nightingale, that won't do!" Roland took a breath of cold air. The invasion of foreign objects in his back garden gave him an indescribable feeling. He didn't expect Nightingale to know how to massage a man's prostate. No, maybe she didn't know it was a prostate. She just knew how to give a man the best experience.
Roland lowered his head and saw Nightingale's eyes full of affection. She was working hard to suck Roland's cock. There was no room for anything else in her eyes. She was so beautiful!
The pleasure of being attacked from front and back, coupled with the daze when looking into Nightingale's eyes, Roland's sperm gate was loosened directly, and a large amount of semen was shot into Nightingale's mouth.
Feeling Roland's ejaculation, Nightingale also stopped sucking, but her mouth tightly wrapped around the glans, not letting a trace of semen escape. At the same time, one finger continued to massage Roland's anus, and the other hand gently pressed Roland's testicles.
When Roland finished ejaculating, Nightingale also swallowed all the semen in her mouth and was carefully cleaning the residue on the glans with her tongue.
Although this was not the first time Roland experienced Nightingale's oral service, the last time Nightingale was in stealth mode and Barov was there. Although it was a different experience, he could not enjoy it wholeheartedly. This time was different. Nightingale provided perfect service and used skilled techniques. However, the only drawback was that the semen was firmly locked in Nightingale's mouth and there was no chance to smear it on that beautiful face. However, there would be a chance next time.
As soon as he thought of this, Nightingale once again took his limp penis into her mouth. Soon, under Nightingale's oral teasing, Roland's penis regained its fighting power again.
This time, Nightingale lifted her skirt with her left hand, held the penis with her right hand, knelt on Roland, and after a slight adjustment, she pressed the glans against the soft and muddy hole.
"Then, you will be the 462nd man to enter my body."
"My honor."
As Nightingale's body slowly sank, Roland could clearly feel the glans squeezing into the soft passage. The layers of squeezing from all around made it impossible for people to imagine that this was a lewd hole that had been developed by more than 400 penises. Instead, it was more like a girl who had just lost her virginity for the first time. The layers of honey meat were cheering and welcoming the entry of another penis.
When Nightingale sat down to the bottom, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, but then Nightingale began to move quickly.
The slender and powerful waist twisted wantonly, rising and falling at a speed that ordinary women could not do at all, twisting her hips, allowing Roland's penis to fully experience the beauty of the vagina.
Roland seemed to have returned to his previous dream, in which Nightingale danced on another man, but now he was the protagonist. He reached out and grabbed the two breasts that kept shaking. His lower body also followed the rhythm of Nightingale, pushing up when she sat down, so that the two genitals could be more deeply combined.
"Well... well... Your Highness, harder! Grab my breasts! It feels so good! Crank this slutty woman Nightingale to death!" Nightingale's golden hair swung, and her whole body was venting as if she had unloaded a burden. Roland's penis hit her heart again and again, and the intoxicated breath enveloped her whole body. She really hoped that Roland could be a little harder and a little rougher.
Roland also used force to scratch the pair of breasts, leaving several deep red marks. The two's hips collided, making rapid slapping sounds. Because of the intense thrusting, the hole that was rubbed was full of white foam.
Nightingale was just talking nonsense at this moment as the penis pushed in. Her voice became a little hoarse because of shouting too hard. The two did not care that other people would hear their lewd moans, and just wanted to get deeper!
In Nightingale's life, Roland's penis can only be considered mediocre, but it can also reach the mouth of the uterus, so that's enough. Those longer ones can be directly inserted into the uterus when Nightingale is excited, allowing the glans to stir in the uterus. Although this is also very pleasant, for Nightingale who has never given birth, the pain of opening the uterus is still not something she wants to experience. Although Roland's length was sufficient, his diameter was not satisfactory, and he could not bring the feeling of being filled up. But it didn't matter. As long as it was the prince's, Nightingale would be obsessed with it even if it was just a 5cm penis.
The feeling of being entangled with the beloved made Nightingale extremely obsessed. This was different from the simple lust before. After that simple lust, it only brought emptiness and insufficiency. Unlike now, Nightingale felt that she was the happiest woman in the world, rising and falling with Roland in the clouds.
If only the witch could overcome the need for semen and lust...
Nightingale supported her hands on Roland's chest, thinking so, and then shook her head. She was already so happy, so she didn't want more greedily. This time, she got Roland before Anna, so what to do afterwards, she would talk about it later.
When Roland pinched Nightingale's waist and roared as he ejaculated, Nightingale had already slumped over Roland, their lower bodies tightly connected, and a large amount of semen was injected into Nightingale's body.
Feeling the warm semen flowing in her body, Nightingale lazily put her face on Roland's chest, stretched out her tongue and gently licked Roland's nipples, but due to the position, as Roland's penis became smaller and softer, semen also flowed out of Nightingale's hole.
Nightingale thought that it couldn't be wasted, so she slid down, cleaning Roland's penis full of white semen with her small mouth, while reaching out to catch the flowing semen under her crotch, and then when Roland wasn't paying attention, she put it to her mouth and sucked quietly until she swallowed all the semen that flowed out, and at the same time, she cleaned Roland's penis clean.
Nightingale returned to Roland's arms. Roland didn't mind that Nightingale had just eaten a mouthful of semen. The two looked at each other affectionately and kissed again.
Roland hugged Nightingale's fiery body. Although his lower body was still weak, his hands kept wandering between her breasts, waist and buttocks, and vagina. He fully understood Nightingale's attraction to men.
When the two were tired of kissing, Roland inserted his slightly restored hard penis into Nightingale's body again. He didn't have the energy to shoot another round, so he hugged Nightingale and fell asleep.