Undercover Infiltration Duchess

ll bump that bounced convexly.
When he lightly pressed it with his fingertips, both legs facing the air shrank and stretched out.

“Oh, Ed…!”

“It’s been a long time since you committed an adult act, and you’re still wetting your underwear.
What would others say if they knew Milady was like this?”

“Dah, you made it like this…”

“Yes, so I’ll have to take responsibility for it.”

Over the underwear, She thought the fingers playing with the clitor*s were stretched to two, and they rubbed up and down.
Ezet, who was about to take pleasure in the thought of finally getting the stimulus she wanted, froze right at Edmond’s following words.

“I can’t let you wear wet underwear, so I’ll wash it for you.”

With the words, Edmond buried his face between his wife’s legs and sucked on her underwear.

“Ah! Ah! Ed!”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.
It’s a husband’s job to wash his wife’s underwear.”

“Well, this isn’t what sucking means.
Oh, yeah!”

As he bit the dry flesh and sucked it in, spread his tongue wide, and rubbed it, a strange sensation rose over the soft cloth.
She heard the sound of rustling under her waist and sucking with the crease of her clothes.

The drenched underwear was squishy, and the feeling of rubbing against the genitals made Ezet clench her head.
The two legs that stretched toward the ceiling shook aimlessly.

“Ed, come on, don’t do this…!”

“Wasn’t your underwear wet? Don’t worry.
I’ll wash it clean for you.”

“That’s why this means… Yay!”

The large hand holding the thigh flowed down and grabbed the round buttocks.
Now Ezet has gone berserk like a captive bird.
But she couldn’t get out of it with her butt held by Edmond and her legs fast.
She tilted her head to the top, lying completely on the sheet of the fluffy sofa.

“Sigh, ah…!”

Since it’s an Imperial Palace lounge, it’s sure to be air-conditioned and heated perfectly, but white steam came out of her mouth.
Maybe her face is red as well.
Ezet gasped, and her waist went up and down.

Every time Ezet flinched, the beautiful dress crumpled up, and the tiny beads on the skirt reflected the light.
The end of the rocking dress caught in the floundering legs seemed to take out the stars in the night sky.

A chandelier, shiny crystal mobile, a large sofa surrounded by colorful rugs and velvet sheets.
A woman doing dirty things with her husband, messing up expensive dresses in an aristocratic space where glamour and coziness coexist.

Her stomach tickled at the strange gap that seemed to be out of place.
As Ezet breathed out, her chest shook.
Even the underwear that was supposed to be covered fell, so the coveted breast shook obscenely.
Ezet covered her chest with shame, knowing that no one but Edmond was looking at the two anyway.