Chapter 112 – The First Climax of the Widowed Landlord (2)
“Yeah, hang! Haa, Mr. Ian…!”
Angela’s ecstatic voice resounds in the spacious bathroom.
In addition, the sound of fingers rubbing against her wet cunt stimulated my ears.
Sizzling! Sizzling! Sizzling!
“Nghah! Haaaaatsssss! This, this, theses!
Having already had several orgasms, she was completely immersed in pleasure.
Her open eyes wandered somewhere in the air, a woman’s voice escaped from her mouth that could not be closed, and drops of sweat dripped from her nipples or the tip of her chin whenever she bounced on her waist intermittently.
Her reaction grew more intense.
Angela’s body exuded an enchanting pheromone, urging her to beckon me, perhaps because of her pleasure, which I hadn’t known for so long.
“Miss Angela, do you remember how many times she’s been there?”
“Haaaaah!
“Think carefully.”
Even if I ask, it bothers the G-spot so hard that I can’t concentrate.
“Yeah! Hehe, I don’t know…! Mr. Ian, I can only think of his fingers… Haha!”
“Then I’ll tell you. So far, Ms. Angela has been there five times.”
“Everything, five times… Oops!.”
After blurring the end of her words and revealing a sign of disbelief, she makes a female voice again.
Squeeze, sizzle, sizzle!
As I shake her body, her breasts oscillate.
Both nipples were firmly erect, as if they were begging to be touched, but my right hand was touching the G-spot and my left hand was touching the clitoris, so I couldn’t.
“I’m glad that Ms. Angela is in such a good mood. Does that mean I’m doing it right?”
“Huh! Net! I’m doing well!
Because of her frequent orgasms, Ms. Angela’s legs looked like they were about to come loose.
Still, she put her hands behind her head and hugged me around the neck standing behind her, somehow she held on without hesitation.
I didn’t know if it was for her daughter’s future or because she didn’t want to stop now.
At that moment, the vaginal wall contracted and bit my fingers inside.
The climax is right around the corner, so it’s a signal to make it rougher.
Moving with all his might, he rubbed his cock down her back.
Squeak, squeak, squeak!
“Mr. Ian! I-I now…! Now… Yea!”
At the end of her pleasure, which came sooner than she expected, Mr. Angela twitched as she held her waist out in front of her.
It didn’t stop there, and unlike her previous climax, the tide began to spurt from her vagina.
Pushout! Push!
“Yes hayeot! Ughhhhh!”
It’s erotic to see her bouncing around her waist while hanging from my neck with both hands.
Even the sight of him pouring out his juice like a fountain between his legs was a scene faithful to his instincts to the extent that his position as the chairman of a conglomerate was overshadowed.
It was a pity that I couldn’t see her in her climax, from the front, with her genitals, breasts, and armpits exposed.
“Haaaaa…”
To some extent, she had calmed down, and her complete leaning on me centered her.
To keep her from collapsing, I released her arms from her waist and gently massaged her breasts.
“Huh, huh… Ha ha….”
She said to her, who was still massaging her breasts, as if the afterglow hadn’t gone away yet.
“Finally, I’ve filled all the number of trips.”
“Yes….”
“I think I’ve got a sense of it to some extent, so I think I’ll be able to become more proficient if I continue to practice in the future.”
“Yes….”
“Are you okay?”
“…Yes.”
Responding mechanically doesn’t look good at all.
Having experienced the first orgasm in my life six times in a row on the spot, it was no wonder that I was distracted.
Before I knew it, Ms. Angela was looking down at the floor in front of her, a little bit of her own.
She’s gone down her drain now, but it’s where her tide used to form a puddle.
“You must be in a good mood.”
Ms. Angela, who read what I saw and said, blushed.
“Boo, it’s embarrassing. To pee at this age… I suddenly lost my strength…”
“It’s not urine. It’s a liquid that comes out only when a woman is really happy.”
“Is that so…?”
Her eyes do not move from the spot where her assistant sprinkled, as if she is reliving her earlier decision.
Seeing it makes me want more.
Now that she knows her joy as a woman, isn’t this an opportunity to cross the line with her?
“Mr. Angela.”
“…Yes? Hee!”
Surprised by the unfamiliar sensation in her lower body, she recoils.
Because of my cock that slipped between her buttocks and legs.
“Can’t you let me insert it too? It’s the most important part, so I think I’ll need some practice…”
“…”
Angela’s gaze, which was still looking down on her, trembled uneasy.
The most precious part that can never be allowed unless you are in a relationship for the rest of your life.
Even in the situation where she promised not to insert it, she didn’t refuse at once and was immersed in her thoughts.
… That’s enough potential.
“I know it’s an unreasonable request, but I think you’ll have to do it yourself. If Selena is disappointed on the first night…”
“…”
At my words, Ms. Angela falls into deeper trouble.
But there is still excitement and lust in her eyes as she sees the cock sticking her head out between her own legs.
The moment she waited with anticipation, her lips finally fell.
However, it was the exact opposite answer to my wishes.
“Sorry….”
“Mr. Angela…”
“I also want to help Mr. Ian with all my heart. But there is a line between people. No amount of practice can cross it…”
“…”
“If Mr. Ian marries Selena, then we become mother-in-law and son-in-law, right? Of course, we have been doing things that are unacceptable until now… But I want to keep the minimum line.”
Normally, I might have clung more and appealed to my emotions.
But it couldn’t be because her voice was so earnest.
“If it’s another practice, I’ll help you. I’m sorry.”
Is it still necessary to make her more familiar with her pleasures?
Or is she just as strong in her final will as she can’t help it that way?
I don’t know now.
It may take more practice to know the answer, but from the look in Angela’s eyes, it seems like she’d better take a step back.
“Okay. I’m sorry for asking you too much.”
“…”
From her point of view, even though it was her natural refusal, she couldn’t speak out and only moved her head, as if she was sorry for that.
“Shall we end here today?”
The atmosphere has also subsided, and above all, Angela’s legs are shaking as she leans on me.
She didn’t refuse my consideration and nodded her head once more.
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The next day, after dinner and finishing a few chores that remained, the butler’s routine was over.
Now it’s like free time until the next day.
I was sitting on a chair in my room, staring at the ceiling and contemplating.
… How will we do it.
I’m not thinking about what to do with Angela in the bathroom today.
Since she has to go to work early tomorrow morning, she said she would go to bed early.
Probably something important to the company.
What I was thinking about was how to cross the last line she was trying to protect.
To be honest, it is true that we achieved results much earlier than expected.
Now that she’s allowed to put her hand on Mr. Angela’s pussy, and even make her know the woman’s joy in her.
So, it is true that there is no need to be so impatient about the future.
Still, the reason why I was immersed in such trouble was that Angela’s last line seemed to have a fairly high level of difficulty, unlike before.
… You won’t know unless you try it. I do have my own.
Still, from Angela’s earnest expression last night, I have a feeling that it won’t be as easy as I thought.
I don’t think anything will come out just thinking about it right away, so should I take a shower?
I sweated quite a bit because there were a lot of chores such as changing lights and organizing the warehouse.
Thanks to the mansion’s many empty rooms and few people, I was fortunate enough to be able to use a nice room with a bathroom.
Because you can wash it anytime you want.
“What is it? Have you finished writing it?”
I took a shampoo bottle just in case, but it is as light as a feather.
I would have been embarrassed if I found out while washing my hair.
I left the room to get her extra shampoo.
Compared to the size of the mansion, there were only a few people, so it was originally quiet, but as the sun went down, the quietness felt even gloomy.
While walking in a hallway decorated with strange statues and paintings without saying a word, I saw a very unpleasant person on the other side.
“Ah… Mr. Verita.”
“May I ask where you are going?”
“I’m running out of shampoo, so I’m going to get it.”
“That’s great. I have extra shampoo in my room. Come with me.”
If you go a little further from here, there is a shampoo you bought, but why are you asking me to come to your room?
“No, it’s okay. I’m sorry if you go back because of me.”
“You don’t need to decline. My business was to see Ian-nim.”
“Yes?”
Unexpectedly, I frowned and asked back.
I didn’t even wear sunglasses, but Verita’s expression was so emotionless that I couldn’t read her emotions.
She had no idea, as she rarely called me personally.
… Ah! Maybe konjac?
“If it’s about the konjac you talked about last time, you don’t have to tell me…?”
“That’s not the case. Mr. Ian, are you worried right now?”
“Yes?”
I was once again taken aback by the sudden question, but she didn’t give me a chance to think.
“Maybe I can help you solve the problem.”
