Hades Messenger Is Succubus Master
Chapter 49 Banquet (II)

Chapter 49: 49 Banquet (II)

Pulling out the rod from Angelina’s vagina, Roger put the glans covered with vaginal fluid and semen to her mouth. The little cow licked Roger’s cock carefully and attentively for a long time, licking it clean.

Roger took a glass of fruit wine from a passing maid and sat on the sofa to rest and drink.

Roger watched around for a while, then stood up to look for other prey. He held a glass of fruit wine in his hand and drank it while walking. On the way, several girls came up to him and flirted with him, but he just, rubbed their breasts, and fingered their pussies a few times before letting them go.

The lewd hall was like a dance floor, they were all fucking, dancing, or lying flat because they were too tired, but Roger was the only one strolling around with his glass in his hand, as if he was here for sightseeing.

But what attracts his eyes was a room adjacent to the hall, he can see some men going in, and soon coming back periodically since he entered the hall. But what pick his interest is that all men who went there were dressed, well atleast their lower body were covered.

As he went towards the room he took a towel from a maid and wrapped it around his lower body and entered the mysterious room which seems to attracting a line since he came here.

There was a long table in front of him, with a lot of desserts and drinks on it. Roger saw a woman with a graceful figure and a red butterfly-faced mask standing in front of the table, drinking wine and eating dessert. Her mask only covered the upper half of her face, and the exposed high nose bridge and soft lips told Roger that this was a great beauty.

The woman’s body was dressed in a red gown, her hands wrapped in black gauze gloves and with her light brown hair she really looks a beautiful lotus in mud when he looks back at the hall.

Several men who were attracted to her came forward to ask for love, but she drove them all away in disgust. Angelina told Roger that these masked women were the wives of noble lords, usually their wives or mistresses. Some noble lords and wealthy businessmen liked to bring their wives to such banquets to satisfy their perverted wife-swapping fetish. Women like this could not be touched casually, and you could only have sex with them if you got their consent.

Roger walked forward, pushed aside the fat men who had just been rejected, and slowly approached the beauty. As the distance shortened, the woman also noticed Roger, whose figure was different from the others. The shadow of the mask prevented him from seeing the changes in her brown eyes, but Roger saw that the corners of her mouth slightly lifted.

"Madam, may I have the honor of treating you to a drink?" Roger picked up a glass of fruit wine on the table and handed it to the woman.

The woman put down her cup, took the cup from Roger, and clinked it with his. They drank both glasses of fruit wine in one gulp.

"Are you here to propose to me?" The woman stroked Roger’s chest gently, and her breath with the smell of alcohol and fragrance sprayed all over Roger’s face.

"Who wouldn’t want to have a beautiful woman like you?" Roger tried, gently placing his hand on her right breast, kneading it gently, teasing the nipple beneath her clothes.

"You are different from them, you are stronger, younger, and...more bold." The woman caressed him infatuatedly, moving up along her neck and touching Roger’s face, "You smell like an adventurer, a smell of freedom."

Their lips met, and Roger kissed her passionately, his tongue thrust into her mouth, stirring the saliva in her mouth, teasing her tender tongue. He pressed the woman against the wall next to him, kissing her face and neck desperately, his strong chest muscles pressing her breasts hard, making it difficult for her to breathe, he lifted her gown and inserted his fingers into her vagina, pressing the hard joints against her vagina.

"Ma’am, you’re so wet inside!"

Roger bent his fingers, hooked the soft flesh in the woman’s vagina, and dug hard. That place is the most sensitive part of the vagina, and Roger pressed his fingers on it and rubbed it fiercely. The extreme pleasure stimulated the woman’s whole body. The woman grabbed Roger’s wrist and tried to pull his fingers out, but Roger’s arms were as strong as a beast. No matter how the woman struggled, she could not move.

"Stop... stop it... you’re making me... feel weird... ahh!"

The woman begged desperately, but Roger had no mercy. Instead, he increased the speed of his movements, making the woman’s vagina numb and tingling, both uncomfortable and exciting.

"What a tender little pussy, it feels so good to be wrapped tightly around my fingers." Roger looked at the woman’s expression, which was both painful and intoxicated, so he stopped and said to her with a smile: "My name is Roger. I wonder if I can have the honor of knowing your name, Madam?"

"Hehe ..Do you really want to know? My name is Jessica." The woman hugged Roger’s neck, kissed his lips, and said seductively.

Roger began to dig into her vagina again, his movements becoming faster and faster. Jessica’s lower abdomen felt swollen and numb, and a stream of liquid flowed continuously to her lower body.

There was more and more liquid in her vagina, and it kept flowing out as Roger stirred her. Finally, she had an orgasm, and the surging secretions flowed along the inner thighs to her heels.

Roger pulled out his fingers, licked the liquid on them with his tongue, and said with satisfaction: "Madam’s juice is really sweeter than nectar."

Jessica finally breathed a sigh of relief, but her skin still felt like it was boiling, burning hot and very sensitive, and her vagina was still tingling, and slippery liquid was still slowly oozing out of her vagina. She then realized that she had scratched Roger’s shoulders and neck red because she was too excited just now.

"Well..."

Roger’s hands touched Jessica’s chest again, grabbing her breasts and kneading them vigorously. The woman’s breasts changed into various shapes under his palms. Jessica was so intoxicated that she relaxed her whole body and enjoyed the pleasure he brought her.

"Madam, I want to see your face, can I?" Roger didn’t move, but just spoke softly in her ear.

"Yes but not here." Jessica’s voice was as soft as a mosquito. She stretched out her slender and her hand and pointed to a row of small tents at the edge of the hall. "The tents over there are for two people. Others can’t see us. Let’s go there."

’This Angie is really a business genius!’ Roger was impressed by the thoughtful arrangements of this mad party. He held Jessica and slowly moved over there.

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