Undercover Infiltration Duchess

husband wouldn’t come in when his wife has a lewd between her legs?”

“And you always such dirty things…”

“I’m don’t just talk.”

As Edmond rubbed the place between her thighs with his knees, Ezet trembled with a shrieking cry.
Her white legs twitch and kick the handle on the door.

“Milady, be careful.
Then the carriage door might open.”

“Huh, oh, no!”

“You said no with your mouth, but your body was too excited to speak.
My knees are all wet.”

“Hey, that’s ridiculous…”

Ezet was wearing a drawer over her panties today, so there was no liquid on the outside.
Still, Edmond, who was accustomed to turning an innocent woman into a sinner, knitted his brow as if he was in trouble because his suit pants were wet.

Fooled by the look, Ezet bit her finger with an embarrassing face.

“What do I do…… I’m sorry, Edmond…”

“If you did something wrong, you should be punished.”

“Ah, ah, ah!”

As Edmond rubbed his knees a little violently, Ezet groaned and shook her body.
It’s not as delicate as a finger, but it was surprisingly good to rub a large area of stiff knees at once.

“Eh, Ed! Edmond!”

“What do you think? Did you do something wrong?”

“Wrong, hm! I’m sorry!”

“Are you reflecting on yourself?”

“Huh! Yes, I’m reflecting on myself…”

“It doesn’t look like that at all.
You’ll regret it if I scold you more.”

“Aanh!”

Although he likes to gently caress moist holes with his tongue and rub hot skin delicately with his fingers, he also loved rubbing the outside violently.

Especially in situations where people seem to be punished for their mistakes, they are more than twice as excited when caressed.

The joy one feels when one does something they shouldn’t—pleasure stemming from guilt.

Edmond touched Ezet’s guilt to control her, but unexpectedly, the vicious style seemed to have pulled out a hidden wall.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Edmond, forgive me…!”

“If you did something wrong, you’d be in trouble.
It’s shameless of you to ask for forgiveness.”

“Huh, oops! Sigh…!”

Ezet claimed Edmond was bullying her, but the reality was the opposite.
In fact, unlike her, who floats in pleasure, his body is swollen enough to hurt, but he does not reveal its heat.

“That’s too bad.
Milady, you’ll have to continue to be punished until you get back.”

“Huh, Ang! Ed, Ha-huh!”

Resisting the urge to take off his pants and cram himself into the lewd woman at any moment, Edmond knitted the drenched woman’s vag*na.

Now she gasped, shakes her back a few more times, and then orgasms, cramping her legs.