Boulevard's focus was on his wife's breasts, that was almost spilling out of her dress. At this moment, they were glistening with her sweat, looking all ripe and ready to eat.
There was also a shadow like thing under her negligee that was constantly kneading those mounds. It looked like a hand to him at first; however, he could be mistaken.
The drinks were ready, and the trio clinked their glasses again. *Glop* The moment Melissa sat back on top of Reinhardt's lap, there was that unmistakable sloshing, squelching noise again.
"Ungh~... Yeah, Mmmff… this drink is good♥" She arched her body up and licked her lips in excitement. It looked like his wife was quite enjoying the night.
Of course, he was too. Today was a good day to drink. And so, Boulevard poured himself another, determined not to lose against Reinhardt.
"This is my fifteenth. What about you, Sir Reinhardt?"
At that question, the latter grunted "Ugh!!"
