The World of Masks

Like the slaves who came before me, I saw treasures piled up like a mountain and led her to her room, amazed. As though her sedentary culture was unfamiliar, she carefully removed her heels and placed them slightly on the floor from the toes. You carefully follow behind the stone, avoiding the jewels rolling on the floor.

As I entered the room, I picked up a chair that I had put back in the kitchen. I grabbed it and brought it into the room and put it in front of the bed.

"Have a seat here."

I pointed to the chair with my palms extended. As a guide to authenticity, she carefully sat on the chair, neatly arranging a short skirt that clings to her lower back, up to her knees, revealing her well-plunged body. Jinsuk sits motionless on the bed almost as if he were about to blow away.

"So, what did you say your name was?"

I looked at the last remaining piece of the slavery contract and asked.

"Vinogradova Natalia Pytrovna."

He said his name again and again with a nervous face. However, unlike such a nervous Natalia, her face was dull. I even scratched my face with my hands.

What's his name? '

At least it wasn't the name of the format that Jin knew. So the Western name that Jin knew was just the English or American name on the front and the last name on the back. I didn't think Jinsuk was a pain in the ass.

"What's the name?"

I didn't have to pretend to be a slave who died in a practical sense of what he had to say, except for someone else who didn't care.

"It's Russian."

"You're Russian."

Then it sounded like that.

"I should introduce myself first, right? I'm Kim Jin-seok. He will be your master from now on."

I could see Natalia breaking her lips. She was a beautiful woman, but she even had that look on her face, so I climbed to the top of my sadness because she was hidden inside me. I glanced at Natalia with lustful eyes, sweeping my lips with my tongue.

"So, Natalia,"

"Call me Natasha. That's what I call it."

Natalia, or Natasha, has even expressed her affection, almost as though she had given up.

"Very well, Nakhon Shah. What is Natasha doing?"

All the slaves who had been looking for themselves so far were slaves who were doing nothing. I was socially and financially in a position to help myself That's why he asked me from the start how good a beauty can be to him.

"Model."

"Model?"

Jinseo scouts Natasha from toe to toe. Natasha flinches. She shrugs as if to defend herself and wraps her arms around her. But that perfect body wasn't going anywhere. Jinsuk unconsciously nods. Tall and well-toned, with fantastic beauty. I was able to digest enough model work.

But at the same time, he tilted his head. A model. It was the first type of slave you ever got. But what can you do for yourself as an owner in your role as a model? Of course, if you are a world-renowned model, one word, one word, might affect society. But it's not because it's a model, it's because people are widely perceived in society. If a model named Natasha was enslaved and asked her if she could help her master socially, she was frankly skeptical. When I thought about it, I realized the truth. Natasha's intention of existence.

"You're an old man."

Rage. Slavery, literally, satisfies its owner sexually. No matter how much I thought about it, Natasha's existence was the only one.

"Do you have any other specialties? like you can help me."

Just in case. Jinseok asked Natasha if there was another presence, but Natasha shook her head. It became clear that she was fulfilling the master's sexual fantasies. Of course, I would make some money working on a model, because it is a very famous model among models, so I might be making a lot of money. But compared to the slaves we have met so far, it was clear that such a class of abilities had fallen. I asked him if he was famous for his model. The answer came back that it is quite famous.

'Well, it's still the world of the masked world of Noyende, and he can't just show up like that.'

If you listen to the story, you will get a lot of help from the yin side. It's the old man's trick. Now I'm pretending to be Chuck.

Jin confirmed Natasha as a slave created to satisfy the sexual desire of the owner in front of her eyes. It was not just to hold a beautiful woman, but also to hold a recognizable model to touch a man's desire. because it stimulates something in a man to be able to play with other people's desires and admirers. However.

It's a used item with someone's hand on it, right? '

Jinseok stared at Natasha fat. She probably served as the owner of one of the 20 players she killed. There is no way the owner would let such a woman and an excellent woman as she can do as she pleases. Of course, I don't know if the owner is gay or a dead man, but something bad could happen to him.

'But she's really pretty.'

If you look closely, you don't look like you have a lot of makeup, but your skin glows. Long lashes were blurring with fear, but they were directly touching the enormous sadism of authenticity. It's second-hand, but I didn't intend to hold a beauty as beautiful as this.

'I think of her as a high-end whore.'

His future crush is Yurin anyway. There are also slaves like Eun-hee. No matter how much you use someone else's hand, it can't hurt to have a toy like this.

Jinsuk reaches out his hand. The destination was Natasha's breast.

"Ugh!"

As expected, Natasha only groaned a little and did not resist. No, I closed my eyes tightly to see if I was ready. Jinsuk empowered his hands. I felt elasticity as if I were touching a soft rubber ball.

You're not even in one hand. '

He was a Westerner. The C cup seemed to be enough, and my chest cracked in the hands of Jinjin. Jinseok got out of bed, embraced Natasha, and laid her on the bed. Natasha did not react.

Jinseok slowly stripped Nahsha of her clothes. When I took off my top, I saw white skin like marble. There was no common denominator. The large breasts covered by a white bra were impressive. I put my hand into the bra. I could feel his nipples standing still.

"Ah, ah."

Natasha groans a little, whether it's because of pain or pleasure. You remove the rear hook and remove the bra. Rich breasts were exposed to the outside. I was close to my face. Smells good. I think I took a shower before I came here. If you're ready for this, that's fine. Jinseok slashed his big mouth.

"Hehe!"

I can feel Natasha biting her lips tightly and sobbing. I didn't care about Jinsuk. I cut one chest full and rubbed the other with one hand. The other hand slowly begins to lower its lower body. I had a brief refusal, but I relaxed my legs to make sure I had resigned. Jinseok skillfully peeled off the bottom, as well as the white panties.

I washed my chest for a long time and slowly started lowering my face. I licked the skin with my tongue past my chest and went down to my stomach. Make fun of the belly button with your tongue. Natasha's waist is bent like a bow. I went up again while joking with my tongue. I gently sweep away the protruding clavicle and climb up to my face. Then I covered my lips with my lips. The tongues exchange and receive each other's saliva. Jinsuk takes his lips off. His torso was lifted up and Natasha's whole body was in his eyes. The marble-white skin was covered in red. The eyes that were filled with moisture continued to irritate sadness. Jinsuk took off his clothes. I take off my underwear and surround myself with Natasha.

I tasted Natasha's body without pity. From the tip of my head to the tip of my foot, I stole it with my lips and touched it with my hands. Natasha is unable to resist and is forced to be swayed by the rushing pleasure. After some time, Jinsuk takes his own identity as Natasha's vagina fills with mourning. I set the direction with my hands a few times and then pushed it into my body.

"Aah!"

You hear a slight, painful scream. Jinsuk stops moving. I felt it tighten for a moment.

"Surprisingly fine. '

Given that the vaginal color was also clean, fortunately, it was not so severe for the previous owner. Jinsuk slowly began to move his lower body. Natasha, who initially felt a little pain, soon began to sympathize with the behavior of authenticity. Wrap your arms around your neck and your legs around your waist. Slowly, a sweet groan popped out of my mouth.

Boom! Boom! Puck!

"Ahhh, ahh, ahh!"

The sound and groaning match the rhythmic gesture. Natasha's groaning grows louder as the intensity of pleasure grows. As a result, the movement of the stone became more and more like an animal. The user slams his lower back at a rapid rate. Obsessed with pleasure, Natasha scratched the back of a real man. However, the defensive power couldn't hurt Jinjin, who had already escaped the human race.

Suddenly, the spatter in the seat starts to accelerate. Natasha opens her eyes wide. As I already knew men, I couldn't have known what this was. I bit my mouth trying to say something. He did not have the right to demand anything from this man's slave. Moreover, since the time he had served his former master, he was definitely taking the contraceptive medication. I definitely took the pill before I came here in case something like this happened.

Above all, the body wanted pleasure. I wanted to get something hot inside. As Jinseok felt the emotion, Natasha was also ascending to her peak.

"Ah, ahhhh!!"

Natasha's feet stand tall, groaning like an animal. The legs were fluttering, stretching towards the air like they were tightening all the muscles.

Huff, puff.

A white liquid enters Natasha. I can feel it getting hot inside. Natasha sighs as if to calm her orgasm, and for a moment she feels the way she is.