Karl's expression looked a little flushed as he chugged down the contents of the bottle.
Seeing this, Reinhardt and Delicia sighed a breath of relief. At the same time, the risky and adventurous nature of their situation evoked a sense of pleasure within them.
Karl was out there drinking, without the slightest idea that the very place he was sitting in was where his wife was getting her brains fucked out.
Inside the closet, in the absolute blackness, pressed against him, Delicia began to move. At first it started as a subtle shift, her hips rubbing against his groin and stirring slowly. The slickness from their love nectar, the bare skin of her plump buttocks pressing against his thighs.
Reinhardt was still hard thanks to his [Endless Ardor] skill, and now he had to deal with this level of seduction. One could imagine how potent the mix of rushing adrenaline and the thrill of the situation was.
