She takes me to a garden where she introduces me to her husband, the Count. After briefly telling him about the pov attack on the road. "Call me Ritvik." He says, taking my hand. I railed your wife, Ritvik. Out loud, "It’s a pleasure to meet you sir." "Captain Nicholas, saved my life teen dear. We owe him for his service. As well as for the carriage." asian Divya tells him, as she puts her arm around me in an overly friendly way. Though if he notices, he doesn't mention it. "I don't suppose you are interested in flowers?" The japan Count asks, as he leads us to the counting room. "It's really a fascinating subject." He continues, not waiting for my answer. Walking the halls behind him the Countess can't keep her hands off me. Squeezing my ass, kissing my neck, rubbing my crotch. All behind her unaware cuckold of a husband. We reach a small office. Ritvik sits at a large wooden desk. He doggystyle pulls out a pair of accounting books and a sack of coins. The whole time talking about his passion, flowers. Behind him Divya runs her hand down my stomach and into my pants. I head back doggystyle to the first kitchen. It spilled around my naked body as he pulled off his shirt and shoved down his shorts. “Cum in me, Alyessa!” she begged, her need surging through me. pov I had to give it to her. japan I want to be the only one between her legs, but do I even think she should have sex with Dad? He rubbed the shaft all along the valley of my ass cheeks and teen placed the bloated head above the slit of my cunt. This was very different than what many of them had previously experienced, but especially hard to those from families asian that had been rather lax with them. “Not exactly,” he said. So I requested her to do birth control surgery. *"Cheeky, cheeky, cheeky. “I imagine you have some of the strongest hallucinations.”