Undercover Infiltration Duchess

lly kissed her entrance, but did not give her the intense stimulation she wanted.

‘No, I don’t want to.
A little more… A little harder…’

She couldn’t speak, so she bit her lower lip hard, but she couldn’t help it.

Her muscles seemed to tighten under the tension and pressure that someone might see her.
It wasn’t just loud down there, but her whole body tickled.
Maybe it’s because of the rope that binds the body.
No matter how soft the silk rope is, it has been in close contact with the body for several hours, so there is no reason that the friction will be fine.

Ezet twisted his waist from side to side and sang Edmond in a mournful voice.

“Edmond, Ed…”

“Shall we stop?”

“……yes……?”

Edmond, who lowered her trembling legs from his shoulder, shook his head and escaped from the skirt, asked with a shallow smile.
His eyes were strange.

“This is the Grand Theatre, and you can see this box seat face to face on stage.
I’m sure it’s against manners to do this in a place like this.”

He’s taken her clothes off, slapped her, and tormented her, and now he knows what she’s talking about.
Ezet stared at Edmond with her eyes wide open.
The surprise in her amber eyes soon disappeared, and a sense of betrayal began to rise.

“…don’t tell me, do you want me to continue?”

“Oh, no, who’s that…”

“That’s a relief.
Milady isn’t a lewd person who wants to do immoral things with her husband in this open place.”

She felt like she had been defeated.
Edmond, who stood up after wiping his mouth, swept his messy bangs and began to tidy up his clothes.

Ezet shuddered.
It was also because of her anger at her devilish husband, who heats her body up and quits when it just started to get good, and because of the desperate sign, her body sent to her head to do whatever she wanted to do.

“Well, let’s watch the opera.
Sitting gracefully.”

“Uh… Eh, Ed…”

“What’s wrong with you? Milady.”

He looked like a devil looking down at a man drowning in an impossible swamp.
As expected, the man’s beauty and wickedness must be directly proportional.

“My un, my under… Underwear…”

“Oh, of course, I’ll give it back.
Do you want me to dress you up now?”

“If I wear it now, it’ll get dirty…”