hem to partially cover the slow stroking of his shaft.
Edith was completely enchanted by this unexpected debauchery. She listened to Raphael''s seductive gasps and the increasingly louder sounds of their union, gradually becoming more uninhibited herself, boldly observing her lover''s self-comforting display.
Only then did she notice that Andre''s pubic hair was actually black, not like Raphael''s, which matched their golden hair. His shaft was also darker in colour compared to the latter, making her lover unexpectedly appear rugged.
"Why are you staring at him? Focus on what I have to offer, Edith. It''s buried inside you now!" Raphael forcefully thrust his lower body, pulling her head toward him and passionately kissing her lips.
"How can you kiss my lover, Saint-Clemont?" Andre immediately protested, displeased.
"These lips have already trembled on hers, dear Quenet," Raphael proudly replied, teasing Edith, "Look at him, still acting like a silly husband in the dark."
"Liar!" Andre exclaimed angrily but could only utter this childish response.
Edith barely turned her head and explained to her beloved, "Andre, that was just an accident!"
"He will understand, my love. I will teach him to understand with this," Raphael whispered. Without delay, he lifted her legs high, raised his own hips forward, and exposed the glistening and intimately entwined area of both of them before Andre''s eyes.
The icy leader in the National Convention, now became the most bashful person in the carriage. His gaze became fixed, and his pelvis rocked back and forth on the seat, rapidly rubbing his swollen genitals. He couldn''t seem to stop himself, almost losing lucidity, completely overwhelmed by pleasure and shame.
Suddenly, Raphael lifted the girl in his arms and stood up. Due to the low roof of the carriage, he took a wide-legged stance and walked towards the opposite seat, continuing his thrusting underneath.
"Let''s go, my baby Edith. Let''s go see your poor Andre, look who''s like a little boy just discovering the pleasures of masturbation!" He leaned close to her temple, a mischievous smile on his face, purposely ensuring that the man opposite could hear him.
Andre gazed at her secret garden, both perplexed and longing. "Lie down," Raphael commanded him curtly.
With only enough strength to comply, Andre followed the order. Once he did, Raphael abruptly withdrew himsel