Undercover Infiltration Duchess

ve strength in my legs.”

“Haa, Edmond, no more…”

“Are you going to say it’s too much? Please stop lying.
I know very well that you’re not that tired.”

Edmond’s hand, placed on her waist, stroked her pelvis and dug into her bushes.

“Huh!”

“Oh, that was a bluff.
You’re so tight.”

“Ugh! Ah! No…!”

As he began rubbing up and down with a complete erection between his fingers, Ezet cried loudly and shook her hips.
As the thighs tightened, the slippery liquid trickled down and soaked his pen*s.

“You’re doing great.
A little more.”

“Heuk!”

Trembling, every time Edmond rounded his clitoris, her back bounced reflexively.
Slap.
Slap.
A red hand mark was left where his palm passed.

“Ah, ha! Ed! Ah!”

“Huh, slowly… I think I’m ready.”

When a solid pen*s, which had already been felt to have reached its limit since it was first taken out, was rubbed against the entrance, She felt it swelling bigger, so Ezet swallowed her breath.

“Exhale, Milady.
It hurts when you’re nervous.”

It’s not Ezet; it’s Edmond.
It was too cramped inside her, so Edmond wouldn’t even try to insert unless she was hot enough.
Because he didn’t want to strain her body, and he didn’t want to be unable to fully appreciate her being crazy about pleasure because he was eager.

“Whoa…”

“Ha, ahhhhhhhh…”

Even though it was soaking wet, the inside was tight.
The man’s hard pen*s dug slowly into her without haste.

“Ed, Ed… Quickly…”

“You’re in a hurry.”

There was a snooze, and Edmond grabbed her waist with both hands and pushed it in at once.

“Huuh!”

“Haah… it’s a little too much.
Relax.”

At first, it didn’t seem like it would even go all the way in, but when you push it in, her insides puff and sucks his pen*s in.
The wrinkle movement was as if countless tongues were sticking together and licking.

A weird sensation that’s creepy and exciting and cozy at the same time.

What is the true nature of this sensation?

“Ah, ah, ah…”

Not able to hold still for a moment, Edmond slowly began an inserting, sweeping her shivering side down.
Her waist, which seemed to be grasped by both of her hands, flexibly bent every time he inserted it deeply.

The wet brown hair curled on the smooth back.
He wrapped it around his finger and slipped it sideways, and then swept it back up.
The thin brown hair was dyed darker when it was wet.
What should this color be called? Yeah, it’s like chocolate.

“I’m glad I skipped dinner.”

It’s natural for food to be so consumed at the top of the dinner table.
Several unexpected accidents occurred, but they were all within his predictions.
They played a sweet couple like lovers in a fairy tale in front of people, so it would be good to take his time and show his true self now.