Undercover Infiltration Duchess

Ezet’s ankle and dragged her down to the floor, wrapped his arm around her lower abdomen, hugged her, and put her upper body on the sofa.
Ezet lay on the couch with her arms crossed and her butt towards Edmond.

As the peak still lingered, the coffee-colored stockings wrapped around the shaky legs sparkled with shallow colors under the stage’s lighting.

“Do you hear it, Milady? Aria’s coming to an end.”

“Oh, yeah, yeah…”

From the moment Edmond came into her skirt, she didn’t hear a single song.
Edmond’s eyes glanced toward the stage as he stroked Ezet’s hip, breathing heavily.

After the play, the curtain went down, and the applause of the audience came.
And, taak.

A loud and sharp frictional sound poured on the elastic hips, which was incomparable to the palms of the hands.

“Ah, ah!”

“The curtain is down, Milady.
Shouldn’t we give a round of applause for the singers who sang beautiful songs?”

“Huh! This isn’t a round of applause, huh!”

After being hit on the hip again, Ezet buried her face on the sofa.
The hips are burning, and the thighs are shaking, and between her legs is damp and wet, soaking a liquid that shines whenever Edmond hits her butt.

“Ah! Edmond, stop…!”

“Why do you shake your hips like this when you say stop?”

On the left hip, then on the right, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, sometimes squeezing tightly.

Ezet’s white hips have been swollen red for a long time and have large handprints here and there.
Edmond smiled satisfactorily at the sight of the stark naked body and swiped his fingers between her legs.

“Oh, Edmond…”

“Milady, put your legs together.”

“Anh, don’t touch it like that, clothes!”

“What if people knew that the Duchess of Jaxen, who should be modest, is so obscene?”

As his long fingers violently poked through the entrance, which was flowing out of the slippery sound, Ezet huffed and shook her back again.

Pulling the rope to rub was also a fresh stimulus, but it was not comparable to the pleasure delivered by Edmond’s fingers.
Ezet stamped her foot with her hips raised.
Her toes were curled up, and she couldn’t stay calm because she felt a prickly tension all over her body.

Ezet gasped, rubbing her face against the sofa’s sheet.
The mask she was wearing on her face was gone.

“Ah! Edmond! Huuh!

“It’s loud, Milady.
Who taught you to make such a loud noise that you couldn’t be quiet?”

“Ah, ah, ah!”

Eventually, Ezet had been slapped on the hips without mercy until the curtain went down entirely and the audience’s applause was over.