"Ah, it’s not like that." Boulevard was successfully distracted by Eleanor’s beauty.
"The movie was magnificent, Lady Eleanor. The happiness and despair of life... You conveyed it perfectly. I was quite moved. Just that, it was tragic to see a sad ending."
While he spoke, Reinhardt and lissa hurriedly made themselves decent.
Reinhardt quickly tucked himself back into his pants, wiping the remaining moisture on his handkerchief.
lissa also hurriedly straightened her gown and reached for the floor. The silk panties slid down her legs during their frantic sex and fell on the floor.
Quickly, she put on her panties and pulled them up. The fabric got damp and sticky from the love nectar flowing out of her.
After that, she took the handkerchief Reinhardt passed to her and wiped the seat, obscuring the wet patch.
During this entire ti, Eleanor kept Boulevard engaged, asking detailed questions about the movie.
By now, both lissa and Reinhardt were done. lissa got up from her seat and approached them.
As she stood up, she felt the traces of their previous act. A large volu of sen slid down her pussy. It trickled from her filled womb, sliding down the intimate channels of her body, tracing a path along her inner thighs.
The sensation was warm and viscous. Thankfully, her gown had covered all of that. Had she worn her usual mini skirt, her cover would have been blown, and the evidence would be stark and visible.
Seeing that the two of them had straightened their clothes, Eleanor stopped distracting Boulevard and stepped aside.
Marquis Boulevard shifted his eyes and saw his wife approaching.
lissa was walking towards them with a flushed face, her eyes bright and feverish. Her hair was slightly dishevelled, and her skin seed to gleam with perspiration.
The sight of her was so srizing that Boulevard was stunned for a mont. His heart pounded faster, and he felt a faint pain in his guts for so reason.
Looking at his beautiful wife who was widly exuding sexiness, he suddenly noticed her gown. The blue fabric at her lap was slightly darkened, a damp patch that seed like...
"lissa, why are you so wet?"
Having already prepared an answer, lissa’s face did not change. She answered calmly.
"Oh, this, these are wine stains, my dear. I was startled. During the final battle scene, I jumped and accidentally knocked over Lord Reinhardt’s wine glass. It spilled on my lap and on his trousers as well. It was quite a shock." She gestured at her gown.
Her lie was more or less believable since they really did knock a wine glass on themselves.
Boulevard looked at lissa’s gown and at Reinhardt’s pants before nodding his head. The logic was plausible.
The movie was indeed intense and startled the viewers many tis. He had also personally seen how lissa was trembling during the movie and gasping after getting jumpscared.
What’s more, at that ti when he returned from the loo, he had also seen lissa bending over and searching for sothing on the floor.
At that ti, he did think that she had knocked her glass down. If it really was the wine, then it explained why the two were wet.
"Ah, I see. lissa, you have troubled the viscount".
"Ah, it was nothing, no harm done" Reinhardt waved his hand, going on with the excuse.
With that, Boulevard turned his attention back to his wife. "By the way, lissa, how was the movie?"
lissa gave a beautiful smile. "The movie was wonderful. Of course, the climax was particularly... powerful. The release of tension was so... satisfying."
Her words carried a heavy double aning.
Boulevard, as oblivious as ever, did not connect any of it. He nodded earnestly.
"Yes, Lady Eleanor outdid herself again. The movie was extrely satisfying".
The four of them walked out of the VIP room and towards the back gate, where Reinhardt’s personal carriage was already waiting for them.
As they walked out, lissa’s face was flushed red. The sen within her, a considerable volu from Reinhardt’s intense climax, continued its slow descent.
It trickled, warm and thick, from her womb, down through her passage, and onto the silk of her panties. The panties, already damp, beca soaked.
The fluid seeped further, tracing a warm path down the inside of her thighs.
Although her gown hid the view, it was unable to stop so droplets falling on the ground on their way.
Boulevard, walking beside her, did not notice anything. He cluelessly kept talking about the movie or his responsibilities. He was completely oblivious to the fact that his wife’s body was literally stuffed with Reinhardt’s seed.
Once outside, Reinhardt suggested. "Who’s hungry? Let’s have dinner together".
"Splendid idea. Which restaurant should we visit?"
On Eleanor’s question, Reinhardt looked at her with a smile.
"I already have a place booked".
The place Reinhardt took them was none other than The Atelier. The very first restaurant Reinhardt had brought Eleanor to after her debut in Snowpoint City.
Today, to celebrate this remarkable day, he brought her here again to refresh all those mories.
The Atelier, one of the famous restaurants from the capital that opened its branch in Snowpoint City.
By now, the establishnt has beco the talk of the town and one of the finest dining places you could find in this city.
"The place looks just like the first ti we ca here", Eleanor comnted, now standing outside the restaurant.
From inside, a waiter ca in and guided them to their booked seat.
For this occasion, Reinhardt had booked the entire floor for themselves. One of the few luxuries of having money.
The atmosphere inside was absolutely magical. A duet of a pianist and a violinist played their music, setting the mood for the dining.
"I rember this is the place where I told you about receiving the offer to go out and shoot a movie. At first, I was quite anxious. However, you never doubted and believed in . It is thanks to you that I was able to reach this stage".
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