"It looks like he is starting to blank out. Well, given that he took so many shots, it’s no surprise".
lissa didn’t reply; however, if one looked beyond the table where they were sitting, they would be able to notice that her hips was practically joined together with Reinhardt and moving slightly every once in a while.
"Aaang~... Aaaahh... Mmmn♥... this is too risky. What if he finds out?" She questioned but her lower body, unlike her mouth, was much more honest.
She swayed her pussy up and down, devouring the entirety of his dick like a hungry beast. Just a few monts ago, she was hesitant to commit such an act. However, once she got into the mood, it was her doing most of the moving.
"I know, how we can make this more exciting." Reinahrdt’s eyes shone with a cunning gleam
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"Uhh!!" Marquis Boulevard groaned, slowly opening his eyes again. It appeared that his consciousness slipped off for a mont. When he ca back to himself, the room was the sa.
No, there was a slight difference. Reinhardt and lissa were wrapped in a blanket, their bodies pressed together in a way that made his body feel the heat from inside.
When he blinked again, the scene returned to normal. They were still talking, laughing, and drinking, but there was sothing... sothing off. The edge of the blanket that he could see from his view, moved rhythmically, and every now and then, a soft slosh or squirt broke through the conversation.
"Ahhnn~... Unnmm... Haagh♥..." While lissa moaned, Reinhardt whispered sothing into her ear, laughingly. Even if they were the Governor and his secretary, aren’t they way too close?
"Oh? You are back huh? I thought we lost you there. Still up for so more shots? See this, this is my Thirteenth shot" Reinhardt provoked.
A man’s pride was too brittle. As intended, Marquis Boulevard took him up on the challenge again. He grabbed the bottle and made himself a few drinks.
While he was busy working the bottle, Reinhardt and lissa enjoyed their ti.
*Squelch* *Squelch* *Slosh*
Their bodies moved together under the cover of the blanket.
"Ahhn~... ungh... Mmmmnnnff~... More.." Suddenly, she let slip a moan that caused Boulevard to snap awake for a mont.
"What’s that?"
"N-Nothing. I just wanted another drink. Husband, would you be a dear and make one too?" lissa spoke, hurriedly feigning an excuse.
"Alright," Boulevard, too drunk, placed his attention on the table that actually needed his focus. His hands were trembling so much that he was having difficulty pouring a drink. Or maybe it was the table that was moving?
Nevertheless, his years of experience drinking allowed him to even work through that. Soon, he prepared new sets of drinks for everyone.
When he looked up, he saw now lissa unmistakably sitting on Reinhardt’s lap, the blanket covering their thighs.
Boulevard shook his head; the room was spinning, and so was his head. To think that he would see his wife sitting on soone else’s lap.
They all took their drinks, and the fun night continued.
Reinhardt suddenly said sothing into lissa’s ear, causing her to blush. Sitting there with her face flushed crimson from intoxication or maybe sothing else, sweat trickling down her body, soaking the negligee wet, and those breasts that were practically spilling out every ti she moved.
For so reason, she appeared just like a goddess, beautiful and beguiling. Before Boulevard could complete that thought, the room began spinning, and he blacked out for a few minutes again.
"Oh?! He’s gone again. However you, you have been quite active this entire ti. Did having sex right in front of your husband make you that excited?"
Reinhardt teased and pulled the blanket up. And there it was, the scene that was hidden from Boulevard’s sight. lissa, sitting on his lap, her negligee hiked up around her waist, his cock buried deep inside her pussy.
Their hips were moving in slow, deliberate circles, making a squelching and sticky sound with each grind. White nectar flowed down from her pussy and through the shaft of his cock, falling down on the couch below, marking the room with their fluids and scent.
"Ah, don’t say that... Ungh... Aaah♥" Her pussy tightened at the ntion of her husband, from the excitent of committing a forbidden act just out of his glimpse.
The flavour of an affair, coupled with the risk of getting found out, made her reach the peak of climax again. lissa ca; this was her fourth ti. That’s right, they had been at it since the mont Boulevard woke up from his trance first.
Her pussy was filled with so much of Reinhardt’s cum and their love juices that it was even sliding down from the couch at this mont.
lissa ca, but this was far from over for Reinhardt. He grabbed her hips, his thick cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
"Aaahng~... Unghh... Mnng... Yes, yes, yes... fuck!!..." With Boulevard blacked out for a mont, she could finally release all of her moans without needing to suppress them down.
Her breasts jumped out of her dress, bouncing with each thrust and sway. Those voluptuous G cup or bigger mounds of flesh, rocked up and down, appearing extrely slutty.
"Urgh," Boulevard regained consciousness once again. Reinhardt and lissa hurriedly straightened the blanket, which was now unmistakably wet with their passion and sweat.
"Husband, are you alright?" lissa spoke with fake concern.
Suddenly, Boulevard sensed sothing. His wife’s body was slicked wet with sweat and a scent of sothing salty. Sniff.. No, it was not only on her, but all across the room. Ugh, just thinking, pained his head.
"Are you up for another drink?"
*Squelch*
Saying that, she leaned forward and started making him a drink. There was a squelch sound the mont she got up a little, and the mistaken, blissful expression on her face.
However, the marquis was too dizzy to focus at a particualr thouhgt. At this mont, his eyes were on her breasts, the negligee that did nothing to hide them.
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