"Ah…" The two girls cautiously raised their heads and saw that their Master did not seem angry, only looking at them with helplessness.
"Co, listen to . If you have no experience the first ti, don't challenge those difficult moves. Start from the side—one on each side—and slowly lick with your tongue. You can also kiss with your lips; rub and suck slowly…"
Ryan explained, having no choice but to teach these two naive little maids.
Wena and Lena listened to their Master's instructions with red faces, yet a asure of relief settled in their hearts.
Fortunately, their Master was not angry; he was rely concerned that their skills were too poor to execute the required techniques. For a mont, both felt a growing affection for Ryan and thought that he was truly kind.
In fact, this was only the case when facing Ryan. For pretty girls like Wena and Lena—each proud and sowhat arrogant at school, surrounded by a group of simps—romantic pursuits normally required lavish gifts and long-winded sweet talk before even winning a chance at a relationship. To go further was even more difficult.
But now, Ryan demanded that they kneel down and lick his cock—a humiliating act—and give their first kiss to a man's genitals. They did not complain; instead, they were rely afraid of failing and angering their Master.
Even the slightest care from Ryan could make the two girls feel grateful and believe he was very kind.
If Ryan knew how they truly felt, he would probably laugh out loud. In fact, this was simply the difference in status.
Those seemingly cold girls, when facing ordinary suitors, usually looked down on them, thinking that a few kind words were a gift. But when facing a rich man, they would rush to him, kneel down, and lick him—sotis even offering themselves away.
They would rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle. Bluntly put, this was masochism.
And when facing soone like Ryan—who not only treated them harshly but also did things that made them feel wronged and humiliated—yet in the face of life-threatening circumstances they did not complain at all, they still found themselves thinking about how to kneel down and lick their Master's asshole to satisfy him.
Ryan needed only a little care, but the two girls interpreted his attention as kindness and were grateful for it. In the end, it was clear that there was no good end for simps...
Wena and Lena lay nervously at their master's crotch, each sticking out her tongue—one on the left, one on the right—licking the rod carefully.
The two girls looked into each other's eyes, so close that they almost seed to be kissing; now, separated only by a cock, they couldn't help feeling a little awkward. The sensation of licking a cock together was entirely novel.
"Don't just stand there—start from the top and go to the bottom, and don't let go of those two balls. You can use a little more force…" Ryan said with so dissatisfaction.
Wena and Lena reacted imdiately and began to lick his cock. Their little tongues were extrely flexible—like tiny snakes, they wrapped obediently around Ryan's cock, which was soft and smooth, making him feel extrely comfortable.
As the two girls moved, the sen and vaginal fluid on Ryan's cock were quickly licked into their mouths and swallowed. The salty, fishy taste made the two girls feel a little uncomfortable—even a little disgusted—but neither dared to express it.
On the contrary, they were quite smart; they swallowed the sen on his penis, then raised their heads to look at Ryan, opening their mouths to let him clearly see what was inside. It was obvious they were well-practiced in pleasing n—a slave nature inherent in most won.
Ryan was very satisfied with the actions of the two girls. He stroked their hair as if caressing two well-behaved little pets.
One must say, the two little maid outfits were top-notch—they revealed everything that should be exposed, and even that which should remain hidden was on display.
With such scant coverage, every movent left nothing concealed. It was blatant temptation for him, and fortunately, he was the only man in the base, so it didn't matter how exposed he was.
Just as the two girls were licking very enthusiastically, Yuna—who had been cooking in the kitchen—stepped out with a bowl of porridge, intending to set it on the table. As the cook, she was mainly responsible for preparing food for her master.
Walking out of the kitchen, she subconsciously glanced at the two sisters who were supposed to be dressing their master. Then she froze, dropping the bowl with a loud clang.
"Pah~hiss… Ouch!" Yuna scread, clutching her foot and twitching. She quickly stepped back as a lot of white porridge spilled onto her shoes.
Wena and Lena heard the noise and were a little worried, but they didn't dare stop without their master's order. They could only continue performing oral sex on Ryan, attentively licking him.
"Okay, that's enough. You two go see how she is doing!" Ryan frowned and instructed them.
The two girls exchanged glances, now sowhat accustod to the routine. At first, they had been a little disgusted by the taste, but gradually they beca addicted—so much so that they even took the initiative to lick his testicles, which was truly embarrassing.
Wena hurriedly ran to Yuna's side to pick up the porridge and bowls that had fallen, while Lena attended to Fang Yuan and asked her to remove her small leather shoes to avoid further burns.
"Are you okay?" Ryan asked, glancing at Yuna's burned feet.
"Yes, I'm sorry, Master. I—I was careless…" she replied nervously.
"Okay, that's enough. Take a rest. Let them take you to apply so burn dicine to avoid leaving scars. Be more careful next ti…"
"Hmmm…" Yuna blushed and lowered her head. She couldn't help but recall the obscene scene she had just witnessed—her two sisters lying beneath their master's crotch, one on each side, desperately licking his cock and testicles.
The scene was so obscene and extrely stimulating that she almost bit off her tongue.
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