He doesn’t last long, retreating only to slam back into her. Another slow withdrawal followed by a raw, hard thrust. “Do you think they can hear us?” He’s breathless, huffing into her ear, hot and salacious. “The Comte, the Marquis?” Thrust. “All of the illustrious party?” Thrust. “I want them to hear this.” Thrust. “And this.” Another mighty thrust.
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