Then he walked up to Victoria and began to admire the beautiful appearance of the mature woman in front of him. Her long hair was neatly tied up, her eyes were upturned, and she looked mature and charming. Karl put his hand into her bishop's robe, revealing her long legs wrapped in black transparent stockings. A mature woman wearing black stockings has a different style from that of a young girl. He untied his belt and rubbed it on the black stockings first, then reached his hand to Victoria's waist and carefully rolled the black stockings down bit by bit. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it, but every time I see it, I feel that mature women have a special visual muddy feeling. Carl put in a head easily. He didn't dare put in more, for fear of alerting her later. "Huh..." Carl let out a long breath. This feeling, like soaking in a hot spring, was something the girl could never give him. He didn't dare to move too big, so he moved slightly, enjoying the mature woman's tolerance for a while, before reluctantly letting go. He was afraid that if he continued, the big head would be taken over by the small head. Carl put the transparent black stockings on Victoria again and tried to wrap them with his palm, which was just enough to fit his palm. After checking that her clothes were restored, he untied the time stop button on Chris.
Chris noticed that time around her had stopped, her face darkened, and she hurriedly looked at her mother. After noticing that she was abnormal, she turned back and looked at Karl coldly. If time stopped at this moment, she knew that something bad would happen. "Come here." Carl pointed downward. Chris’s face turned pale, and she was very sad to find that she could actually read the habit conveyed in Karl’s eyes. With an embarrassed look on his face, he glanced at his mother who had been stopped, then walked over to Karl and squatted down. "Good, your skills are getting better and better." Carl looked down at her embarrassed expression. Looking at the pure face of the saint, she looked humiliated but had to endure it. She really had no resistance at all. It was especially special to think that she was still inside her mother’s body and hadn’t been wiped clean. But judging from her expression, she obviously didn't taste any difference. Chris raised her eyes and rolled her eyes at him, feeling fortunate that Karl still had principles and at least abided by the agreement and did not touch her mother. Karl raised the corner of his mouth and pressed his hand on the back of her head. Chris knew what was going to happen, and humiliation flashed in her eyes, but she just relaxed her throat as much as possible to make it less painful for her. Then a bulge appeared in her throat. Carl leaned back and developed various biting techniques on the noble and pure saint, feeling a special sense of satisfaction. Of course, he wasn't just controlled by the little head. This time new knowledge was developed. Carl could feel that the power of the "Time Stop Field" had increased a little. Chris's face gradually turned pale. Her throat was blocked, making it difficult for her to breathe. The feeling of suffocation passed into her head, causing her eyes to turn white. But even so, she still endured the pain alone and didn't want to beg Karl for mercy. Chris felt that if she begged for mercy, she would lose.
Now she was obviously letting him bite her, but she was forced to do so. As long as she didn't give in, she would retain her dignity. Karl noticed that her face was getting paler and paler, so he quickly held the back of her head and sped up. This saint was a little stubborn, and Karl was really afraid that she would get into trouble because of suffocation. . . . In the core area of the Brotherhood camp, Yihu lifted her legs and described Carl's plan in detail to Aisha. Roy's face gradually turned livid as Yihu continued to narrate. Her anger caused her eyes to suddenly turn back to golden vertical pupils. She stood up abruptly and said in an uncontrollable anger, "Captain, I'm going to kill him!" Aisha shook her head gently: "Roy, calm down." Her voice had a magical power that gradually calmed Roy's anger. She took a deep breath and sat down again: "Captain, how should we fight back?" Aisha was silent for a moment, a trace of helplessness flashed in her eyes, and she shook her head with a wry smile: "There's nothing we can do, he's using an open strategy." Roy clenched his fists and said, "Captain, we will not be fooled by his sweet words." Aisha turned to look at Yihu: "Yihu, do you want us to form an alliance with him?" Yihu was stunned, with a complex expression in her eyes. Her enemy was Duke Oram. If the Brotherhood and Carl joined forces to fight against the Duke, she would naturally be happy to see it happen. Aisha was not surprised by Yihu's silence. She looked at Roy and said, "This is what makes him scary." . . . In the church. Victoria felt a little hot in his body, which was the result of his body secreting some female hormones. Then he looked at the handsome appearance of Carl, who was fourteen years old. She suspected that she had been lonely for too long, and her body had some reaction just by seeing the boy. However, this momentary psychological activity did not affect her gentle expression: "Mr. Karl, can I talk to you alone?" Chapter 78 Angry Mother When Chris heard her mother ask to talk to Karl alone, her face darkened. She glanced at her mother's mature and beautiful figure. She had no confidence in Karl's moral integrity at all. "Okay." Carl turned his head and gave Chris a reassuring smile. Her face became even gloomier. She hesitated for two seconds but couldn't find a reason to stay. She bowed reluctantly and slowly left the room, feeling uneasy. As the door closed, Carl and Victoria were the only ones left in the church hall. "Your Excellency the Bishop." Carl admired Victoria's long legs in black stockings. Black stockings should be worn by mature women to be more charming. "Is there anything you want to tell me?" Bishop Victoria did not answer immediately, and a cold look flashed in his eyes. At this moment, the stone floor under Carl's feet shook. Countless beams of light sprang out from his feet like spirit snakes and quickly wrapped around his body. These beams of light were made of holy light, and they intertwined into shackles around Carl, binding him tightly. Carl tensed his muscles and tried his best to break free, but they didn't move at all. With his seventh-level physical fitness, he couldn't move at all.
"Don't waste your energy." Bishop Victoria's voice turned cold, in stark contrast to his previous warm attitude. His face was covered with a layer of frost: "If you bully my daughter, you will find death a luxury." After Karl’s struggle failed, he stopped and looked at Victoria, his expression still calm: “Chris and I are willing.” He really didn't expect Victoria to suddenly attack. First of all, we have to exclude Chris from telling the truth, otherwise Victoria would not have gotten rid of Chris first before dealing with him alone. "I am a mother," Bishop Victoria interrupted him with angry eyes, and as she spoke, a long sword condensed by holy light appeared in her hand. Without any hesitation, she stabbed directly into Carl's lower body. "Time stops." The angry mother was frozen in this moment. Carl walked out of the holy light chains. He had tried it before. In a world where time stops, all magical creations will become ineffective. Victoria was cold as ice as he looked at Carl who was fixed in the position. The holy bishop's robe had been untied, revealing a mature black lace style. These designs all come from Carl. But it has been lifted up now, and Karl reached out from behind her to hold her up. As expected of Chris’s mother, she could only hold it up with difficulty, and it was as soft as a puff. Now that the relationship was torn apart, Karl had nothing to worry about. He tore off her transparent black stockings and started directly from the back. Victoria had a mature and voluptuous figure, which was a bit bigger than Carl's, especially her buttocks, which were peach-shaped. Carl had some difficulty lying behind her. Faced with the tall mature woman wearing high heels, Carl was unable to perform many postures. Victoria probably hadn't been used for a long time, so at first, it was more difficult to use than Chris after it was developed. But she got into the mood very quickly. After just a short while, Carl tasted the soft and sticky feeling unique to mature women, like the comfortable feeling of soaking in a hot spring, which was something a young girl could not give him. "So smooth!" Carl closed his eyes and tensed his muscles. The holy light sword in Victoria's hand rushed towards Carl fiercely. Just when the tip of the sword was about to touch the target, Carl's figure disappeared instantly without any warning. Victoria's sword missed the target and a trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, but his movements were not panic. The moment the attack missed, he quickly raised his hand, and a shield made of holy light rose around his body. While doing these movements, I caught a glimpse of Carl sitting leisurely not far away, with his legs crossed, looking relaxed and contented. Victoria suddenly felt an inexplicable discomfort coming from her abdomen. She glanced down and saw dark wet marks on the black stockings on the inside of her thighs. "?" What followed was a feeling of swelling. Victoria felt that there was still a lot of it in his body, and although it was blocked by the transparent black silk, it was still invading out.
She was a mother, and after a moment of surprise, she knew the source of this muddy feeling. Victoria's face turned pale, and the solemn statue behind him suddenly emitted a blazing holy light, like the first rays of dawn, dazzling and mysterious. The holy light seemed to have life, flowing slowly out from the statue and covering Victoria's body. Under the baptism of the holy light, her mature and sexy body was clothed in a layer of dazzling holy light armor. Her originally charming pupils were now dyed with golden light, and her humanity faded away, replaced by divinity, majesty and mystery. Her body floats slowly surrounded by holy light, like an angel leading the world, sacred and inviolable. Victoria raised his hand, and a holy light spear appeared out of nowhere, pointing straight at Carl. Carl stood with his legs crossed, looking at him with interest. It was obvious that Victoria's change at this moment was due to the special power of the church. This was undoubtedly her trump card that allowed her to turn against herself. Carl snapped his fingers: "Time stops." Victoria was stopped in the spear position. Karl circled around her body. After putting on this layer of translucent golden armor, her sexy and plump body looked like a holy angel descending to the earth: "So lovely." He stretched out his hand and easily passed through the transparent golden armor and placed it on her soft peach. Carl untied her bishop's robe and threw it aside. Victoria was wearing only a pair of transparent black stockings and high heels, with a set of holy armor on the outside, but the front of the black stockings was permeated with a wet color. Karl went around behind her and gently pushed against the peach. So soft. This feeling of being with a beautiful mature woman who has given birth to a child is something that a young girl can never compare to. Carl used his hands to tear apart the transparent black silk from behind. Although it was made of a demon spider, it was easy for him to do so with his seventh-level strength. "Tear" Wrapped in the transparent black, there is a small circle of white. Carl found the right location. Although it was difficult to open up the land, looking at Victoria's holy appearance, he felt a strange sense of pleasure. Victoria held her sacred spear, the tip of the spear flashing with holy light, and pointed it steadily at Carl in front of her. Suddenly, she felt a strong muscle tearing sensation from behind. This sudden pain made her sacred golden eyes suddenly focus. Surprise and disbelief finally appeared on the holy face. Not only did she feel something coming out from behind her, but her bishop's robe was gone, leaving her in only transparent stockings and high heels. The holy translucent armor did not give her any sense of security. “Nice expression.” Karl still sat there, with a bit of teasing in his eyes: “Same as your daughter at that time. Unfortunately, you don’t have many chances left.”
Victoria originally had a questioning expression on his face, but when he heard Carl talking about his daughter, it was as if something had been touched. Killing intent flashed in his eyes, and he raised his spear high. next second. She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her throat and her jaw was dislocated. Chapter 79 You don’t want to either Victoria hastily covered his mouth with his hands, trying to control the overwhelming feeling, but it was too late.