The marquis nodded and looked at his wife again. Face flushed red and with hot breaths continuously coming out of her mouth, her body leaned back towards the divine paladin.
The mouth of the jacket was opened wide, allowing others a generous view of her bust and cleavage. Those fleshy mounds that held incredible volume and softness were, at this moment, trickling down with light droplets of sweat. Furthermore, with every jolt and sudden movement, they would jiggle freely and naturally.
"Ahhn… yes♥.." Suddenly, Melissa's body quivered, and at that moment, her boobs shook intensely, and a glimpse of something pink appeared at the edges of her jacket, showed up in his eyes for a second.
Was that… no, it had to be her bra. Mistaking her areolas for her bra, Marquis Boulvard placed his attention downwards. His wife was currently wearing a skirt so short that one could see her fleshy, creamy thighs, which were at this moment rubbing against each other tightly locked.
