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🕑 Added 2024-12-28 21:34:55 +0000 UTCChapter 5 Side Story: (1)
Side Story: (1) Joey's Chapter - Personally Training His Princess Wife into a Meat Toilet, Gang-Raped by Countless Strangers in Front of Her Husband
I am Joey Grants.
The First General of the Farlan Kingdom.
Also known as the Masked General among civilians.
I hold a high position, have outstanding achievements, and am respected by people.
But beneath my glorious uniform, I have a dark side unknown to others.
People have only heard of my military exploits.
They know that I am strategic and fearless on the battlefield, able to command 3,000 armored soldiers to fight 30,000 cavalry.
I am an undisputed genius general.
But no one knows that all these honors were bestowed upon me by a woman.
That woman shares the same name as the deity we worship.
However, unlike the pure and wise Goddess Ilya, that woman is lustful, lowly, a whore who sleeps with anyone. But I can still see a divine light in her.
Combined with the miraculous powers she has displayed multiple times, I firmly believe.
She, a meat toilet for the army.
Is the Goddess Ilya we worship.
Ever since I first saw Ilya kneeling on the ground sucking a man's cock when I was young, I fell in love with her.
But I didn't have the courage to accept a meat toilet that had been used by thousands or tens of thousands of men.
When I finally gathered the courage to express my love, that Ilya left me.
After feeling depressed for a while, I threw myself into the military camp.
Over a decade of military service made my personality calm and my appearance mature.
When I returned to the Farlan Kingdom after achieving success, I was already a handsome and mighty First General.
To commend my achievements, the Farlan King granted me a title, wealth, and betrothed his young daughter, the little princess of Farlan - Ariel Victoria Farlan, to me.
Princess Ariel was only 17 years old, it was really unfair for her to marry me in my thirties.
But she seemed to like me a lot. I heard from the king that Princess Ariel often inquired about my deeds, and even had a portrait of me.
Whenever these things were mentioned, Princess Ariel's childish little face would turn rosy red. Her shy demeanor could make any man feel protective.
Except for me.
My heart hadn't moved for a long time.
I could decline ordinary marriages, but no one could refuse the king's decree.
So I had to force myself to fall in love with this noble little princess.
However, Princess Ariel was different from the princesses I had imagined.
She wasn't spoiled by the flattering servants around her or by the king.
Instead, she was polite and treated people with warmth and gentleness.
She was the type of person who would gently comfort a servant even if they accidentally spilled tea on her.
Moreover, every time we had tea or meals together, this little princess who had read too many fairy tales would always look at me with admiration and ask me to tell her more about things on the battlefield.
Every time I told her about the battles I had experienced, she could accurately follow up on my words.
Then she would excitedly talk about the classic battles I had fought.
Including the battle at Crocodile Dragon's Nest, where I led thirty of the bravest soldiers to infiltrate the enemy camp, hiding in a pigsty for ten full days, waiting for the best opportunity to set fire to the entire camp.
The Battle of Hot Springs Pass, because it was the last line of defense in the country, I and three hundred Farlan warriors guarded Hot Springs Pass, fighting against 300,000 imperial troops (later, to highlight my achievements, domestic propaganda increased it to 500,000 troops, and Princess Ariel even knew this), holding out for three days and two nights, until finally the imperial army couldn't maintain such a large army's supplies and retreated in disarray.
Watching the cute little princess in front of me get more and more excited as she spoke, her proud little face as if she had led these battles herself, I couldn't help but develop feelings for her.
As we spent more time together, I fell in love with her too.
But, I knew things weren't that simple.
On our wedding night, after I took Princess Ariel's virginity, she lay on the bed panting with a flushed face, her eyes full of affection.
While I sat on the edge of the bed, my strong back facing her, looking at the bright moon outside the window, without a trace of joy in my heart.
No feeling.
Yes, I felt nothing at all.
Although my cock could get hard and pierce the princess's hymen, I thrust in that tight hole for over half an hour without feeling like I could ejaculate.
The princess's body couldn't withstand long periods of lovemaking as it was her first time experiencing male-female relations. After she climaxed, I pulled out my still-hard cock and just sat on the bed.
I didn't ejaculate, and the princess didn't notice anything unusual. After all, she had never even seen a man's thing before, so naturally she wouldn't know much about it.
She probably thought I felt good too.
But I secretly sighed, and after the exhausted Princess Ariel fell asleep, I walked down several flights of stairs with my still-hard cock to my sanctuary - the basement.
I opened the door, used a key to open an exquisite gold-threaded box, inside which was neatly folded a white silk cloth.
Then I tilted my head back, covered my face with the silk, and took a deep breath through my nose. Mmm... the lewd scent rushed into my nose, similar yet different from the scent of Princess Ariel's pussy. My cock became even harder, and with another inhale, my cock trembled. Thick semen spurted out with a "splurt splurt" sound. I reached orgasm.
The days after that were very boring.
Because the empire had been defeated repeatedly and was now at the end of its rope, they tightened their strategic deployment and reduced external aggression.
So I settled down domestically for a long time, becoming a garrison general.
As for Princess Ariel, now my wife, although she was cute and pretty, with a petite figure that I liked, I didn't sleep with her very often.
Considering that she now often spent time with noble ladies older than her and would certainly know some things, every time I had sex with Ariel, I would secretly smell the silk Ilya left me when I was about to finish, then ejaculate and creampie inside Ariel.
But I never once felt the pleasure of making love.
All of this changed at that cocktail party.
It was a business cocktail party, mostly attended by wealthy merchants.
I attended the party with Ariel as the face of Farlan.
That day, Ariel wore an elegant white evening gown that exposed large patches of snow-white skin on her neck and shoulders. There was also a deep V-cut in the front.
Ariel's breasts weren't originally very large, at most half a handful, but after getting married and enjoying the nourishment of a man's essence, her two small breasts underwent a second development.
And because she was young, unlike those sagging matrons, her two white rabbits were very perky.
With the bold outfit accentuating her figure, many young and old men couldn't help but steal glances at her.
Perhaps they thought they were being discreet, but as someone who could see arrows clearly on the battlefield, these peeping toms naturally couldn't escape my eagle eyes.
But I didn't say anything, and instead felt a strange emotion in my heart.
Vaguely, it seemed like... excitement?
This was Ariel's first time dressing so boldly, so she was naturally very shy.
She lowered her head, her face slightly flushed, clutching my arm and speaking in a voice as quiet as a mosquito:
"Jo...Joey, is it really okay for me to dress like this...?"
Seeing Ariel's shy appearance, I couldn't help but feel moved and comforted her:
"It's fine, you look beautiful today, the most beautiful person here."
Ariel was most susceptible to my praise, and immediately relaxed.
I told her to go mingle on her own, while I stayed in the back drinking with other merchants, but my eyes would occasionally look in Ariel's direction.
At first Ariel was just chatting with a few women, but later more and more men gathered around, getting closer and closer. They were all attracted by the pure and cute princess.
I keenly captured the eyes of these men, who shamelessly used their gazes to visually rape my wife Ariel.
Invisible lines of sight, like palms, casually caressed Ariel's neck, fragrant shoulders, and half-exposed white rabbits.
The innocent Ariel had no idea of these men's intentions, and instead laughed at their flowery words and witty remarks.
When she laughed, the dress in front would slip slightly, and those snow-white peaks were in danger of being exposed at any moment.
The men all revealed expectant looks, staring intently at Ariel's chest, hoping to catch a glimpse.
Those men all looked disappointed, and I sighed along with them. Huh? Why did I also feel regretful? My heart was beating fast just now, and my little brother down there also had a reaction. Could it be...
After the party ended, I impatiently pushed Ariel onto the bed, roughly kissing her lips.
"Mmm... wait... darling, let me take off my clothes... mmm... first..."
No need.
I thought to myself, while pulling down her panties under the dress. My hard cock plunged straight in, entering Ariel's tight pussy with a "pop".
"Mmm... ah... darling... slow down... you're so energetic today..."
I thrust my hips back and forth vigorously, like a dog in heat.
But every time I was about to ejaculate, I always fell short.
So I recalled the scene from the party just now.
I thought about those men's lewd gazes.
Imagining them looking at my wife freely.
Imagining the scenes they were fantasizing about in their minds.
Imagining... them inserting their dirty cocks into my wife Ariel's pussy...
"Ah!!!"
Ariel cried out.
I suddenly ejaculated.
The long-lost pleasure traveled from the brainstem straight to the crown of my head.
Yes, compared to usually taking an hour and needing external stimulation to ejaculate, today I finished in just a few minutes. But I didn't feel ashamed at all, instead I was very happy inside. I had finally found it. Found my own sexual pleasure.
So, a plan was born in my mind.
I started taking my wife Ariel to cocktail parties everywhere, meeting talented young men.
Then every night when we made love, I would softly discuss the handsome guys from the party in her ear.
"That Baron George, he looks refined and cultured, but his eyes kept looking at your legs, Ariel~"
"Stop it~ That's so embarrassing... It's all because you made me wear that short skirt... I felt like my panties were about to show..."
"Your panties did show several times~ Remember how Duke Bedford's fork kept falling on the ground? He saw all of your panties when he bent down~"
"Ah! Why didn't you tell me!"
"What's the big deal~ Ariel is so beautiful, even your little butt is so cute, letting people take a look won't hurt~" I gently blew into Ariel's ear, and her delicate body in my arms immediately trembled. I reached down to touch her pussy and felt it was already wet.
"But... but won't you be jealous? Your wife's private parts were seen by others..."
I slid my fingers along Ariel's soft belly and into her wet pussy, stirring it a couple times, making her moan continuously.
"I won't be~ This just proves how attractive you are, Ariel... Besides... aren't you very excited now knowing that men other than me saw everything? Hmm... look how wet you are~"
As I spoke, I pulled my fingers out of Ariel's pussy and held them in front of her.
My fingers glistened, and when I spread them apart, several strands of lewd fluid stretched between them like bridges.
"You... you're bullying me..."
"I'm not just bullying you, I'm going to punish you too~"
With that, I took out my cock and pressed it against Ariel's pussy, but only rubbed the head along her slit without inserting it.
After rubbing against Ariel's juices like this for a while, she frowned painfully and squirmed on the bed.
"It feels so uncomfortable... stop teasing me..."
"Hmm? How am I teasing you?"
"Mmm... it's too embarrassing... I can't say it..."
"You won't say it? Well, I can't do anything then~"
I smirked, looking at the pure Princess Ariel's conflicted expression, and added more fuel to the fire.
I suddenly thrust the head of my cock into her pussy. She cried out in surprise before she could react, and I immediately pulled my cock back out.
My cock and Ariel's pussy were connected by several lewd strands. Her peach blossom cave still retained my shape, opening and closing with her breathing, vaguely revealing the mysteries within.
The pussy that had just been filled now had the cock pulled out before it could warm up. This feeling of emptiness made Ariel extremely uncomfortable. She pleaded with me tearfully:
"Darling, please stop teasing Ariel... hurry and come in..."
"Hmm? Come in where?"
I deliberately rubbed my cock against Ariel's pussy again, teasing her.
"Mmm... c-cock... your dear cock..."
"Then where should it go in?"
"Go in... go into Ariel's... pussy..."
"What kind of pussy does Ariel have?"
At this moment, Ariel's expression was dazed, her eyes staring unfocusedly at the large cock pressed against her pussy entrance. She bit her lip and said:
"Ariel's wet pussy..."
"Is it a lewd pussy?"
"Mmm... yes... Ariel's lewd pussy."
"Is it a slutty pussy that gets aroused when other men look at it?"
Ariel had reached her limit, she didn't even know what she was saying anymore.
"Yes... Ariel's slutty pussy... gets aroused when strange men look at it... Darling, hurry and put it in... Ariel can't take it anymore..."
Seeing that Ariel had abandoned all shame no matter what, and my goal had been achieved, I raised my weapon and thrust my cock hard into her pussy.
"Ah~~~ Mmm... harder... darling..."
No matter how many times I fucked Ariel's pussy, it was still as tight as ever.
Wrapped by countless delicate folds of flesh, I also got excited.
"What should I do harder?"
"Mmm~~ Fuck me harder~~ Fuck Ariel's pussy~~"
"I'll fuck your slutty pussy to death~"
"Mmm... ah... yes... fuck Ariel's slutty pussy to death... ah..."
Thrusting continuously, stirring up wave after wave.
I recalled the gazes of those men at the party, accompanied by Ariel's increasingly uninhibited moans. My whole body shuddered and I released everything inside her.
Fresh hot semen poured endlessly into Ariel's depths.
After finishing, I pulled my softening cock out of that warm place, then collapsed on the bed. Looking at Ariel still lost in the afterglow of her orgasm, I secretly rejoiced.
The first step had been successfully completed.
Ariel could now let loose in bed and had accepted dirty talk. I constantly hinted at her being visually raped by other men, and she didn't resist. It was time to move on to the next step.
After that, I didn't touch Ariel for a whole month.
How could a girl who had just tasted the forbidden fruit endure such loneliness? She hinted at me to sleep with her every day.
But as the First General, I had enough self-control for this.
I just kept her on the hook.
Then on the last day of each month, I would finally sleep with Ariel who was about to go crazy from sexual frustration.
This method was very effective. Ariel became more and more uninhibited in bed, even taking the initiative several times.
We tried more and more things in bed - doggy style, oral sex, bondage, humiliation.
Even her delicate chrysanthemum that had never bloomed before was deflowered by me for the first time.
And every time we made love, it was accompanied by dirty talk.
At this moment, if someone could see Ariel on the bed, they would be shocked.
This girl moaning and bouncing on top of a man was nothing like a princess.
So, I moved on to the next stage.
I bought a male prostitute from the black market.
This male prostitute was named Diablo. He had a standard build and handsome features.
Diablo was only in his early twenties, a young man.
But because he was young, he had great stamina. Combined with his handsome face and ability to sweet talk women, he became one of the top male prostitutes.
I only rented him, as Farlan is different from the Empire and doesn't allow human trafficking.
I knew Diablo was the type that would appeal to Ariel, so I chose him.
After renting Diablo, I set him up in the city and waited for the right moment.
For the past month, I had been teasing Ariel almost every day, sometimes surprising her from behind, hugging her and fondling her breasts.
When she was all hot and bothered, panting with desire, I would stop, leaving Ariel often looking at me resentfully.
As of today, I hadn't satisfied her for a month and a half.
So I called Diablo over.
I lied to Ariel, saying I had an appointment with an important merchant, but the court suddenly called me away, so I didn't have time to cancel the meeting and asked Ariel to entertain the guest.
Afterwards, I left the estate with Ariel hugging me goodbye, but I circled back and returned home.
I quietly hid upstairs, watching the living room and reception room from a hidden corner.
As a former scout, if I wanted to conceal my presence, no one could detect me.
Let alone a pampered little princess.
Before long, there was a knock at the door.
I saw Ariel dressed up nicely, properly greeting Diablo.
Then she led Diablo into the reception room.
I saw Ariel become visibly uncomfortable as she passed by Diablo.
That was the perfume I had specially bought from the East, with strong aphrodisiac effects.
Smelling this perfume probably stirred Ariel's heart.
Afterwards, she sat on the sofa chatting with Diablo, laughing occasionally.
I had trained Diablo beforehand, telling him Ariel's preferences, so Ariel was able to converse happily with him now.
After talking for a while, Ariel was clearly getting restless. Seeing her little butt squirming on the sofa, I knew the perfume's effects had fully kicked in.
Sure enough, Ariel said something and left the reception room.
My eagle eyes immediately spotted a crystal clear droplet on the fine leather of the sofa.
Diablo clearly noticed it too. He smiled and took out a packet of powder from his pocket, sprinkling it into Ariel's teacup.
When Ariel returned, her face looked a bit more energized, clearly having washed it.
But when she saw the wet spot on the sofa, her face turned red. She secretly used her skirt to cover that area.
She chatted with Diablo for a few more sentences, then finally picked up the teacup.
Just as I was watching expectantly, about to see Ariel's little mouth touch the cup, she suddenly put it down.
Then she poured out the tea and refilled the cup from the teapot.
I immediately became very nervous.
I thought Diablo had been exposed. Though Ariel seemed naive, she was actually quite clever.
But I vaguely heard Ariel say something like "sorry" and "it's cold", which made me relax.
It seems she just thought the tea had gone cold and was refilling it.
False alarm.
But I was also a bit angry.
This Diablo was too careless. Why didn't he put the drug in the teapot?
So before long, Ariel saw Diablo off.
After closing the door, she hurried back to the bedroom.
I stealthily crept over.
These stealth techniques were taught to me by an assassin named Altair I had met before.
But I had always followed the creed that the perfect stealth was to kill all witnesses, so I had never used these skills.
I didn't expect to use them now.
Thank you, legendary master assassin Altair.
Back to reality, I had safely reached the bedroom.
The door wasn't fully closed, showing Ariel's haste.
I could faintly hear moaning from inside.
I quietly put my eye to the crack in the door and saw an erotic scene.
Ariel was lying on the bed with her legs spread wide in an M-shape. One hand was pinching her erect nipple, while the other rubbed her clitoris. Occasional moans of pleasure escaped her mouth.
I was overjoyed. Though the main plan had failed, it wasn't without effect.
Watching Ariel's movements grow larger and larger, finally shuddering in orgasm, her love juices soaking the sheets, I quietly left the estate.
I wandered around outside for a while then returned to the estate, pretending I had just come back from the palace.
Ariel greeted me normally.
I couldn't see anything unusual on her face.
Back in the bedroom, the sheets had been changed to new ones. I deliberately teased Ariel a bit.
"Why is there a strange smell in the room?"
Ariel's clumsy attempts to cover up her lies made me laugh.
That night, I made love to her after a long absence.
With my cock inside her pussy, I chatted with her.
"Why are you talking about what happened during the day at a time like this..."
Ariel was dissatisfied that I wasn't moving, and started swaying her hips on her own.
"It's fine, let's talk. What did you think of Diablo?"
"Um... he was okay..."
"He's quite handsome, right?"
"Um... I guess..."
"What did he say to you?"
"Just... just normal small talk... and stuff..."
"Didn't he say anything else?"
"Um... he kept complimenting me..."
"Oh? What did he compliment you on?"
"He said... he said... oh... just those things men say to flatter young girls... Ah!"
I suddenly thrust forward hard, directly hitting Ariel's cervix with my cock, making her cry out in surprise.
"Seems our Ariel quite likes Diablo..."
"No... no... ah... slow down... it's too intense..."
I didn't give Ariel a chance to explain, frantically thrusting in and out. Her bouncy little butt slapped against my lower abdomen, creating ripples.
Then I took out a metal dildo, smeared the fluids on my hand onto it, aimed it at Ariel's tender anus, and shoved it in.
I could feel my glans enveloped by warm liquid, constantly enduring the impacts.
A lot of sticky fluid flowed out from where my cock met Ariel's pussy.
It turned out this sudden stimulation had made her squirt.
Taking advantage of this momentum, I swayed my hips, making my cock go in and out of Ariel's squirting pussy, while using my hand to pull the dildo out of her ass and thrust it back in.
This made Ariel collapse on the bed, constantly trembling.
"Ariel, how is it? Does it feel good?"
Ariel's brain was probably mush by now. She mumbled incoherently:
I said again:
"Two cocks feel nice, right? Does it feel like two people are fucking you?"
Hearing this, I felt Ariel's body beneath me shudder, then go still.
She was still resistant to this topic.
So I rotated the dildo in my hand inside Ariel, its bumps suddenly stimulating her.
Then I pushed the dildo in further. The huge metal rod almost completely entered Ariel's tiny asshole.
She could no longer hold back and cried out loudly:
"Ah! Yes! It does!"
"It's like what?"
I pushed the dildo in further.
"It's like! It's like two men inside me!!!"
"Who is it?"
Seeing my wife Ariel couldn't say it, I helpfully prompted:
"For example... with Diablo?"
Ariel was tortured by pleasure to the point of crying. With tears all over her face, she shouted:
"Yes! With Diablo! Ariel's pussy and asshole are being fucked by my darling and Diablo!"
"So Ariel is cheating then?"
"Ariel is cheating! Ah, yes! Ariel is cheating!"
I finally heard the satisfying answer. The word "cheating" shouted from Ariel's mouth made me feel I had reached my limit.
I pulled out my cock, then aimed at Ariel's face and body, spurting out cum with a "splurt splurt" sound.
Hot white liquid covered Ariel's face and chest.
This was the first time I had given Ariel a facial. Seeing that pure face covered in filthy semen, I felt an unprecedented satisfaction.
I pulled the metal dildo out of Ariel's asshole. The sudden emptiness made her orgasm again.
Ariel crawled on the bed like a dog, her ass raised high.
Semen was oozing out of her pussy, and her asshole gaped open, pulsing with her breaths. The pink flesh inside was clearly visible.
I suddenly felt dazed.
Ariel's disheveled appearance overlapped with a familiar figure in my mind.
That woman had once been in this position before me too.
A flood of memories surged up, and my cock that had just ejaculated became erect again.
My mind went blank with lust, and I pounced on Ariel's little ass.
My hands spread her buttocks, and my hard cock entered that still-gaping asshole.
The bedroom was once again filled with Ariel's moans of pleasure.
I invited Diablo over as a guest again, and had Ariel accompany us in the reception room.
Except this time, I made 100% sure that Ariel drank the drugged tea.
Diablo and I drank alcohol. Diablo spoke eloquently about international affairs like an elegant scholar, while I pretended to be excited, chatting with him while drinking large gulps.
Soon, an entire bottle of strong liquor went down.
Though this amount of alcohol couldn't make me the least bit drunk, I still pretended to be intoxicated, tilting my head and collapsing onto the sofa, snoring loudly.
Ariel didn't know my alcohol tolerance, so she really thought I was drunk. She took a blanket and covered me with it.
Then she stood in front of Diablo and said to him:
"I'm sorry, my husband can't hold his liquor well. Please excuse him..."
Diablo expressed understanding, but remained seated on the sofa without moving.
Logically, when the host passes out drunk, the hostess stands up to apologize, and a sensible guest should take their leave. But Diablo showed no signs of wanting to leave.
Ariel had no choice but to say it directly.
"Mr. Diablo, my husband needs to rest now. Let's end it here for today. I apologize for any inadequacies in our hospitality. Please understand and take your leave..."
"Oh? Your husband is asleep, but aren't you still here, madam?"
Diablo suddenly changed from his previous polite demeanor, getting inappropriately close to Ariel and speaking in an ambiguous tone.
Ariel was suddenly invaded by a man's presence. She lost her balance and fell back onto the sofa.
She felt like she couldn't breathe, and her body was burning hot all over.
Her legs were tightly clenched together.
Lying on my side on the sofa, I clearly saw Ariel's movements through half-closed eyes. I knew the drug was taking effect.
"Madam, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let me take a look..."
As he spoke, Diablo put his hand on Ariel's white shoulder and kept feeling around.
This was the first time a man other than her husband had touched Ariel's shoulder like this. She immediately had a strong urge to resist.
She wanted to slap away the lecherous hand on her shoulder, but couldn't muster any strength in her body.
"You... what are you doing... take your hand off..."
"It's alright, madam. I see your face is so red and you're sweating a lot. You must be very hot. Let me help you take off your clothes."
"No... don't... how dare you... I'm..."
Ariel could barely speak coherently. Diablo became even more brazen, grabbing Ariel's clothes as if he really intended to take them off.
This excited me immensely as I pretended to be asleep. Ariel was wearing a dress with only a bra and panties underneath. If the dress came off, she would be practically naked.
I eagerly watched my wife about to be stripped by another man. My cock couldn't help but get hard.
Ariel clearly knew her situation under the dress too, so she struggled with all her might, her hands and slender legs flailing wildly against Diablo.
But her soft limbs were no match for Diablo.
Diablo found the opening of the dress and pulled hard.
A smooth white body appeared before his eyes.
My wife Ariel wasn't very tall, but she had long beautiful legs. She had the type of slender figure without an ounce of excess fat.
Her soft breasts were wrapped in a white bra, squeezing out an alluring cleavage.
Her stomach was smooth and white, with a faint hint of abs visible.
Her cute little navel was very sexy.
Ariel's pussy wasn't prominent, but the delights within were vaguely visible under the thin silk underwear.
Ariel fell back on the sofa in a daze and turned over, trying to cover her body, but exposed her crystalline and elegant back.
Her little butt was largely exposed due to her disheveled panties, making Diablo stare wide-eyed.
I was staring wide-eyed too.
Even more blood-boiling was the pair of small dimples at the base of Ariel's slender waist.
This made even Diablo, who had seen countless women, freeze in shock.
Dimples of Venus rarely appear. Maybe only one in a hundred women have them.
But when they do appear, they are incredibly sexy.
I particularly loved Ariel's waist dimples.
Captivating Diablo like this made me feel very proud...
"Madam... your body is truly erotic..."
Diablo sighed sincerely.
"No... you bastard... my husband... will kill you..."
No, your husband won't kill him. He'll pay him instead.
I thought silently to myself.
Diablo said nothing, silently kneeling on one knee. Then, as if holding a precious treasure, he grasped my wife Ariel's delicate white foot in his hand.
Ariel's little feet were small, proportionate, slender yet arched. Her ankles were perfectly shaped, a natural wonder.
Her snow-white toes were like tender lotus shoots.
I often couldn't resist playing with them too.
