The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 33.2

The girl didn’t take her eyes off him. Inside, everything shrank, creating a very oppressive feeling. Judith didn’t know if this was a reaction to his magic or something else. There’s no denying that she feels strange around Derrick. When the Duchess looked into those red eyes, she felt arousal and even sometimes admiration.

When Derrick spoke slowly and insinuatingly, burning the girl’s ear, which created the illusion that Judith was suffocating. The demon seemed to be pulling something from the depths of her heart.

The devil approached the girl, slowly kissing and gently penetrating inside her mouth. He sucked on Judith’s hot tongue, sliding over even teeth and tickling her that way. The sensual kiss ended quite quickly, not like before – Derrick was not acting so greedily.

Pulling away, Derrick looked at his wife’s half-lidded face. When Judith opened her eyes, she was immediately met with a hot, burning gaze. Even if he looked at her like that, it was impossible to tear himself away. This face is so familiar, yet so calm and unexplored.

For the first time, the image of a husband was not hidden behind a diabolical essence. For the first time, Judith realized that this was no longer the same Derrick. She saw the devil in front of her, for whom she had all the feelings.

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The kiss and caress did not last long, because just as the couple were about to delve into the knowledge of each other’s bodies, someone knocked on the office door in search of Judith. Derrick regretfully released her from his hot embrace and looked extremely unhappy. As she tried to straighten her dress, the devil straightened and stroked her silvery hair. It looked too awkward, but so kind.

Before leaving the office, the man disappointedly kissed his wife’s palm, not forgetting to lick it, as he usually did. Judith flinched at the sensation, smiled slightly, and left.

Although she disappeared, the sweet fragrance that filled the entire empty space remained, as if leaving a trace. The hot heat did not go away, only more exciting. Everything in my chest tightened and became stuffy. It was like that for Derrick when an indestructible desire built up inside him: he couldn’t take it anymore. Sitting on a chair, the demon unzipped his fly, revealing a view of a huge and tense penis.

The man felt how strongly his sexual organ was eroding, pulsing and wriggling. He touched it, squeezing the head and imagining putting his penis into Judith’s vagina.

“Ah,” he enjoyed masturbating, imagining his panting and crying spouse writhing beneath him.

It was not easy to reach the peak of pleasure alone, but the thought of Judith helped him. He licked his lips again and again. Memories of hot nights spent together in recent days surfaced in my head.

When Derrick thought of Judith’s naked body, his head throbbed and his eyes swam, as if he was about to pass out. This feeling, like a tsunami, knocked down. White liquid, when Derrick reached the peak of pleasure, gushed from the penis.

Taking paper from the table, he wiped his wet hands. No one but him knew what had happened in the office.