Becoming A Step-son's Mistress

"Well, aha-!" The last note was extremely dialed up, causing one's heart to tingle. "Why are you screaming so quietly, Cynthia, are you afraid of being heard?" It was a low chuckling male voice, deep in lust, that opened its mouth with a titillating low and hoarse sound, like a pleasant cello. The voice was seemingly unmistakable, more obviously a young girl with a voice like a nightingale, who seemed to be crying and moaning, but if one listened closely, one could see that she was indulging in it, stirred by the pleasure. "What are you crying for?" The low male voice sounded again, and the words that came out were cruel to the point of numbness: "Weren't you the one who tempted me to eat you at the dinner table?" The scene in the castle's dining room was lewd and absurd, the blonde girl kneeling on her legs in an ornate chair, her skirt pulled up to her waist in a messy pile, while a pair of long, strong, emerald-ringed hands were cruelly pressing her waist, forcing her to let out a shameful and slutty moan. She was beautiful, with turquoise pupils that looked pitiful, hidden under feathery lashes, and a mole hanging from the corner of her eye, on which a tear had fallen, looking delicate and extraordinarily seductive in the light. The pleasure of the orgasm stained her face with an abnormal flush, her whole face was written with the flirtation brought on by lust, her skin was very white, and her thighs and buttocks were imprinted with a few very shallow slap marks, but she did not show a painful look, but a deep pleasure. The man standing behind her pressed her slender waist, thrusting hard and pulling out, a few heavy and deep movements, taking her to the top with ease. She raised her voice and moaned and screamed, not to be annoyed, but to drive the man behind her even madder. He was tall, so the rear entry position required the petite young girl to kneel on a high chair. The flush at the end of his eyes escalated the handsomeness of his entire face, his eyebrows were sharp, and his eyes dropped to look at the young girl beneath him with a depth of affection that he didn't know if it was an illusion. He is very good-looking, the kind of extremely dazzling handsome, pupils are brilliant deep blue, like the color of the sea. Such s*x does not let people disgusted but has a strange attraction, the young girl clutches the beautiful dark red tablecloth on the long table, which is laced with a lot of gold thread, the pattern is nice and gorgeous, tangled into a ball by the young girl's glowing white fingers, the dark red against the snow-like white, there is a fragile beauty that makes people want to destroy. "Don't do that... Arther !" The man whose name she called gave a low laugh, lifted the whole of the young girl kneeling on the chair, and sat on the chair, the young girl subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck and was held by him and spread her legs. Swallowing the huge s*x organ with the hole mouth, as if swallowing a sharp blade, the whole hole mouth was stretched open, this position makes her can't help but softly with a little cry begging, "Gently... Mmm!" Arther lifted her waist, forcing her to swallow in and out with her hole, swallowing deeper and more each time she felt she could relax a little, which made her cry and choke louder, biting on the man's neck in retaliation. Arther f****d her roughly while kneading her bareback and waist. Twenty minutes earlier, he had discovered that the little slut was wearing nothing inside, and he had casually touched her on the table and felt a palmful of water. No matter how many times he f****d her, she always painted a picture of cluelessness and innocence as if she had just f****d a man, leaving him always wanting to leave more marks on her body. "How about cumming inside this time? I want you to have our baby." He sucked on the young girl's earlobe, exhaling hot breath in her ear. The young girl's mind was confused by his kneading, subconsciously clenching her pits and twisting her waist like a water snake, but when she heard his question, the young girl immediately seemed to wake up from her dream and shook her head hard with tears in her eyes. Arther is fascinated by her look, and although he also does not intend to make her pregnant now, still can not stand her refusal. This time he lifted the young girl up and turned her entire body over with her back to himself. The young girl was so overwhelmed that her whole body fell down in front of the dining table as if she had no center of gravity, and could only support her upper body with her soft arms. She unconsciously raised her p***y, as if inviting the man's penetration. Arther liked the sluttiness underneath her innocent appearance and f****d her while holding the young girl's chin with one hand, forcing her to look across the long, ornate table. The deepest secret of the castle was hidden in this dining room, and across the long table sat an old man who could not move. He should be paralyzed, half of his body can not move, but his consciousness is still awake, at this time looking at this obscene scene in front of him, his whole person unnaturally shaking, shaking very violently, and his eyes are about to spill out the anger. The real owner of the manor, once again witnessed the scene of his son and his stepmother making love. He could not speak, but opened his mouth wide and tried to call out the names of the two sluts, but only a faint "Ah... Ah…" The sound of a faint "ahh ". Although the servants of the restaurant were driven away by Arther, this faint can be easily captured by others. Arther obviously felt the girl subconsciously clench her p***y and even raise her ass higher as if to meet his thrusts, and such subconsciousness pleased him as he thrust more roughly into the girl, making her moans dial-up. His eyes were red at the end, and he was obviously extremely aroused as well. He thrust roughly hundreds of times, and the young girl screamed and came, but couldn't get any rest, and her sensitive p***y shrank even tighter, making it even better for Arther. Both could see the old man across the room shaking with anger, but none of them interrupted it all. Arther wanted to rip her skirt and knead her breasts, but with the thought of the old man across the street... Arther grunted coldly, in the excitement of reaching out and pulling the collar of the young girl's unconsciously spread chest to cover the spring light of her chest. Although he knew that the opposite party could not speak or say anything, this still gave Arther subtle displeasure. He was on the verge of orgasm and pulled her up, forcing her to tense her body into an arch and dropping dense kisses on her shoulders. He whispered her name as if in love, "Cynthia... Cynthia, is it that good? Clenching so tight?" Obviously, he was more excited, but he knew that this little fling with a little humiliation during s*x would turn the young girl on even more. They were unbelievably well-matched, with an uncanny understanding of such things. The young girl was lost in thought, looking ahead, her mouth slightly open, as if she had been f****d out of her mind and filled with pleasure. She is very good at this time, Arther and her look ahead together, the heart suddenly moved, he thrust heavily into the mouth of the young girl's womb so that the young girl's screams of moaning gagged in his two fingers in the mouth. Such an absurd picture obscene and gorgeous, the petite young girl has a sense of beauty to be destroyed, she screamed and cried and begged, one moment shouting hard, and the next shaking her head and saying no more, such capriciousness, but let Arther more pity her. "Cynthia, I'm calling you, do you hear me? Relax and let me penetrate the womb, why don't you answer me? Don't like being so named? Or do you prefer me to call you..." He deliberately paused, Cynthia already understood what he wanted to say, this image made her close to orgasm again, that name really made her ashamed and excited, she desperately shook her head with crying in general, but she could not say anything, her fingers were still stirring maliciously in her mouth. Arther's tone was tinged with a little laugh, hot breath sprayed on her ear, and the moment of pleasure was stretched out infinitely, Cynthia could only hear him whispering, "Call you ... Mother?" She screamed and came, tears streaming down her face, while Arther pulled out and c*m shot up her thighs. She gasped, her ears buzzing, unable to hear anything, her heart beating wildly, she scrambled, not knowing what she was thinking until she felt the cold liquid spread all the way up her thighs and slowly roll down her gorgeous long dress. She jerked up from the table and snapped at the man who had just f****d her, "It's all over my skirt!" Arther gave an exaggerated laugh, then reached out and scraped the bridge of her nose, as if she thought she was being petulant like that: "Why didn't you say so when you were just f****d? And pinning me down with your legs." Cynthia has an extraordinarily charming aura when she loses her temper, which makes it hard to censure her. Arther knew that she had embroidered the pattern on the dress herself and that she would definitely lose her temper if it got dirty, and soothingly touched her face. Cynthia frowned and snatched the tissue from his hand, wiping the semen from her thighs haphazardly as Arther carefully straightened her skirt despite her struggles and patted her thighs with a hint: "Don't do that next time." He was talking about her wearing nothing and deliberately seducing him during dinner. Cynthia didn't say anything, but by the look on her face, it was clear that she wasn't listening. Arther rang the bell and the servants outside the door pushed it open and entered the room with their heads bowed. Two of them went to help up the angry old man across the table, who could not say a word but raised his finger in anger, but the servants all kept their heads down and even though these people understood what he meant, none of them dared to accuse Arther and Cynthia. "You guys go out first, I have something to say to Mr. Madison." Cynthia suddenly spoke up, this petite blonde girl is beautiful when she calms down, she stood up and let her gorgeous long dress fall down, the servants didn't dare to look at her, they could only bow obediently. Arther called out to her, "Cynthia, would you like me to accompany you?" She pretended not to hear, with a bit of arrogant willfulness, Arther always had a much better temper when confronted with her, and side-stepped her head and ordered those beside her, "Light all the lights, and wait for Madame to go upstairs." The shrewd servants knew who the real owner of the manor was and silently left the dining room to wait outside. Arther got up and wrapped his arms around Cynthia's slender waist, the unique smell of the two having made love made Cynthia frown gently, Arther didn't notice, instead he hung his head and kissed her forehead lovingly: "Say good night to me when you get upstairs, baby." He kindly left Cynthia and his father in the dining room while he picked up the clothes scattered and in disarray on the floor and left without a care in the world with them slung over his shoulder. Cynthia stood in front of Mr. Madison with the lamp in her hand, her face was already very different from before, her pitiful look disappeared, replaced by a playful smile. She stretched out her hand, the white soft palm against the old man's rough cheek, the young girl's voice more than compassionate. "Mr. Madison, look how pathetic you are, you are satisfied with what you just saw?" The old man could not retort, his sickly body trembled violently because of the maiden's provocation. "He really hates to die on me ...... Your son is much more useful than you, did you see the way he f****d me? He's happy, isn't he?" She laughed softly, with full malice. "You two, father and son, one a devil, the other a prodigal, seem to be kindred spirits." She sighed softly as if she was really just lamenting, "What a pity, but it doesn't matter when you die, I will let everyone know what crimes you once committed in this castle, how much Arther doted on me, he would have approved." When she spoke of Arther's favor, there was no trace of sweetness in the heat of love on her face, and if one were to distinguish carefully, it would look like she was laughing at the other's stupidity. Mr. Madison's eyes widened abruptly, as if incredulous, and he finally realized that this woman had a bigger plot and that she wanted more than simply to seduce her son! Cynthia looked at Mr.Madison's twisted and ugly face with indescribable pleasure, she straightened her expression and rang the bell to call the servant outside the door: "Mr.Madison wants to rest in the dining room tonight, you will stay here with him." She moved her eyes to the shivering servants, gave them a deep look, and said in a long voice, "Don't blink, and take good care of him." "Yes, Mrs. Madison." The servant bowed his head obediently and breathed lightly in front of her, afraid of angering the lady. Hearing the familiar name, Cynthia wandered a bit, her thoughts going back to the time when she first arrived at the manor...       End of the chapter, the preview of the content : Inside Burton Town's most famous manor house, two people with the wrong identity meet. The noble lady of the manor is actually everyone's maid, the gentlemanly young master harbors dark thoughts inside, and what sinful story lies behind the similar named - Cynthia? Betrayal, deceit, the pull of ethics and emotions, will the young master and his stepmother, two years younger than him, succeed in getting together?