The Demon Sect Leader of indulgence in lust

014 Uncharted Territory

Leslie was nearly knocked out by the orgasm, and in a trance she felt her trousers being ripped down and a pair of hands forcefully parting her thighs. She sluggishly tried to close her legs together when she heard someone laugh above her head.

"I see." Viscount Xavier revealed a look of dawning realisation, seemingly amazed at the beautiful view between her legs, "You little w***e, you've got too many tricks up your sleeve to seduce people. I'm sure this journey of you must have been very hard to endure?"

Leslie struggled to get up, but after reaching orgasm, she had no strength at all, and was pulled by Viscount Xavier's ankles and dragged into his arms, and watched as the other party parted her legs, and rolled up his sleeve to probe his hand to her lower body and grabbed the tasselled pendant.

Viscount Xavier, although this person is arrogant and bossy, but is not a person who does not understand the interest of the people, and they are such business travellers, a go is a few months can not return home, pulling on one or two prostitutes as a companion is also a common thing. He was humble and courteous to his guests, and he was honest with his friends, but none of the above was needed when it came to these whores. He pinched the tasselled pendant and began to tug on it, and the body in his arms did indeed squirm.

Leslie grabbed his hand and said sharply, "What are you doing, let go!"

"I'd like to see how much longer you can pretend." Viscount Xavier's eyes slightly darkened as he wrapped his arms around her waist, tightening the person in his embrace, and at the same time jammed his foot against her fidgeting calf, increasing the force in his hand, instantly pulling Leslie's little slut hole straight up into a slutty stream.

Leslie was sitting in Viscount Xavier's arms with her lower body wide open, like a fish on the shore, she pushed up her body in fear, her plump breasts trembled upwards like a jelly, and she whimpered and cried out "stop". Viscount Xavier didn`t care of this, the whole commercial travel force was his, so he could do whatever he wanted, he was in the carriage napping a slut, who dared to care about him?

The thin rope connecting the foreign object is getting longer and longer under the pulling, Viscount Xavier while pulling with the end of the tassel to tickle the wet lips and swollen hard c******s, Leslie tickled her waist and twisted wildly, moaned more than one in her mouth, Viscount Xavier was aroused by her lustful behaviour, the crotch of the big p***s little by little raised, against Leslie's femur.

Leslie only felt the s****l pleasure in her lower body like a tide, her abdomen was heavy, it seemed that something was about to fall down, she was extremely fearful in her heart, she only had to soften and said: "Lord Viscount Xavier ... mmmm ah ... light, Lighter ... can't stand it ... ah ..." Viscount Xavier came to her ear and said with hot breath, "Can't take it anymore? Then you'll follow me all the way. I'll take you to 'heaven' in comfort, how's that?"

Leslie was so humiliated by his words that her v****a abruptly tightened and blew out a large stream of hot liquid. This hot liquid stuck to Viscount Xavier's hand, he somewhat disgustedly wiped it onto Leslie's thighs, and when he inclined his head, he saw the little w***e who had reached orgasm leaning her head back helplessly against his shoulder, with teardrops hanging from her long eyelashes, and her wet red lips half-open, spitting out a little bit of her colourful red tongue, gasping for breath in a lingering and weak manner.

Viscount Xavier stared at this soft and beautiful face of hers, his c**k was so hard that it hurt, and he secretly cursed, and steeply shot out and pinched Leslie's defenseless rolling c******s above her vaginal opening, and pinched it fiercely, and said: "Why are you enjoying yourself so much? Didn't you just tell me you weren't a w***e, do you want to get off the carriage?"

The c******s is such a sensitive place, how can it stand this kind of treatment, Leslie with a sobbing voice held his wrist and begged, "No, don't get it anymore ... hah ah ... really... ...really can't stand it anymore ... please ... ah ah ah ah!"

Viscount Xavier rubbed and turned the poor c******s like a release of anger, stretching it out, and then suddenly had the bright idea of wrapping a red rope around the root area of the c******s a few times, actually tying it down.

Leslie's body bounced wildly, tears coming to her eyes as she cried and begged for mercy, "I was wrong! I was wrong! Please ... Viscount Xavier Duke, please let me go!"

Viscount Xavier stroked her convulsing lower abdomen and asked in a mute voice, "So tell me, are you a cunt-selling w***e?"

"I... I ...," Leslie cried as tears of humiliation crackled down her face, breaking down as her c******s and uterus were in excruciatingly pleasurable pain at the same time, "I'm a whore... ... I'm a w***e who sells cunts ...hah ah ..... please let me go!"

Viscount Xavier contentedly kissed her on her fine white neck that was dripping with sweat, while unzipping his own trousers, revealing his hideous c**k that was as hard as iron, and said, "Good, that's more like it, don't cry, I'll make you comfortable in no time."

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Viscount Xavier held Leslie and lifted her upwards, rubbing and pressing his hand over her messy p***y while pressing his c**k against the entrance to her v****a.

Leslie sensed what he meant and immediately blocked it downwards with her hand, saying shakily, "No...... mmmm ah...... can't stick it in...... there's, there's something in there ......"

Viscount Xavier felt the tight and hot touch in her cunt, hated not being able to f**k in right away, and listened to this impatiently, "Isn't this little slut hole of yours just for men to f**k? Why don't you let it in?"

While Leslie had her hands guarding her cunt, attempting to untie the red thread that held her c******s, Viscount Xavier was touching the bottom of her cunt, the equally wet back hole. The little hole was pink and tight, and even as Leslie was in the throes of passion, a little bowel fluid flowed out shyly, and the man's finger opened and closed its little mouth around the tip as soon as it came up.

Viscount Xavier's mind was made up, the body of the little w***e he held in his arms was perfect and it pleased him greatly. He scraped a bit of mucus from the slippery labia and poked it into his rear hole, slowly thrusting deeper and slamming in two fingers as Leslie anxiously and intently unravelled the red thread.

The anus was suddenly attacked, and Leslie screamed in panic at the pain, "You, what are you doing, it hurts ...... Get it out!"

Viscount Xavier already can't hold back, casually expanding two times, then leaned over and pressed Leslie down on the soft cushion, lifting the waist to open the buttock flap, and aiming his c**k at that watery little mouth is a top.

Inside the carriage suddenly resounded with miserable cries, outside the carriage driver were startled, although their own masters have had the experience of making love in the car before, but which time is not as miserable as this ah, listen to this scream, obviously is the pain to the extreme. And also heard the sound of the two horseback riding man turned back, saw the car driver's shocked and uncertain look, looked at each other and hemmed and hawed, one of them said, "What's the matter, the Viscount this is to f**k a virgin?"

The other was busy stabbing him with his riding crop, "Keep your voice down, beware of being heard."

The man shut his mouth, yet the smiles don't stop.

Inside the carriage, Viscount Xavier pinched Leslie's waist and slowly pumping his c**k while panting uncontrollably, he hadn't realised that the little w***e's anus was so tight, it was almost as if it had never been enjoyed by a man before. He scratched and rubbed at Leslie's quivering arse cheeks and looked down to see where the two of them met, only to see two small streams of blood mixed with intestinal fluids gushing out as his c**k withdrew slightly outwards. He was amazed, could it be that he really was the first man in the little w***e's anus?

Thinking of this, Viscount Xavier couldn't help but slow down his movements, leaning down to scoop up Leslie's cold, sweaty upper body, and leaning in to whisper in her ear, he asked, "Have you been used in the back by others yet?"

Leslie had used up her last bit of strength in that initial howl, and now her breath was dying and shaking; her eyes were half-open, and she shook her head unconsciously, mouthing words of refusal.