The Duchess and the Devil - Chapter 61.1
Derrick touched her hair, tucking it behind her ear and stroking the shell. The demon acted unconsciously, but the couple only became more excited with every second. The penis became harder and harder, already sticking out of his pants.
It seemed as if his penis was about to burst out of his fly, like a mad dog. Everything inside was pulsating and yearning to merge. Judith reached out to him, squeezing and stroking. She herself did not understand why she did this, but Derrick immediately took the initiative, placing his wife on the sofa.
“Wait…” she moaned as the demon bit her nipple again.
Derrick squeezed his chest slightly, and his narrow nose wandered from one side to the other several times. The sweet aroma hit my nose, making me laugh and smile. The demon, still grinning, licked Judith’s long neck. A large hand touched her crotch:
“Madam, aren’t you wet?”
He laughed again.
Judith blushed, trying to look away. The demon was biting her earlobes.
Judith hastily tried to fight back, hoping for the demon’s prudence, but he whispered, biting her on the earlobe:
– Don’t think it will succeed. I’ll just touch my tongue and go inside… Okay?
He continued to speak languidly and quietly, as if convincing his wife of what he had said.
Judith’s desire fought with the power of reason, which could not win. Excitement took over. Due to Derrick’s stimulation, Duchess couldn’t even breathe. Despite the fact that she was already used to this, each time there were new emotions and sensations.
Now Judith knew what it was like to lose herself in her partner. Just imagining this passion between them made her want to moan. And despite all this, the mind simply screamed about danger.
Judith, gathering her strength, said:
– Let’s do it in the mansion…
“Hug me,” Derrick said in a weak voice, looking at the girl with a hazy look. These words came out on their own.
The big man who said this seemed extremely lost and distant. And all because it was Judith and her gentle beauty that were the most sensual temptation for Derrick. It affected all five senses.
The man sighed, understanding the essence of what was happening and the situation. The Duchess watched him carefully, studying the new atmosphere around them. Derrick, noticing this, pretended that nothing had happened, kissed his wife on the chin and stood up. The bodies were practically stuck together from sweat.
The demon calmly got up from the sofa, picked up the shirt he had taken off, which had been lying on the floor for a long time, and began to carefully fasten the buttons – one by one. Judith looked at Derrick’s pants, which were still bulging excitedly. She, not wanting to provoke her husband once again, turned away as if she had not seen anything.
Judith didn’t put on her shoes. Although the blood was no longer flowing, the pain still remained, making itself felt.
“Don’t put them on,” Derrick, seeing how Judith hesitated, threw the shoes away.
Now the shoes were resting in the very corner of the room and looked like a little punished child. Judith laughed at what she saw.
– So, should I go barefoot?
Judith laughed playfully and hugged Derrick.
But at that same moment, realizing the possible consequences, she pulled away from her husband.
“I will choose to walk barefoot only if you take me in your arms.”
Derrick stared at her strangely, as if they had now completely switched places. Then he grumbled something and stood up.
“Then wait, I have to ask the servant to come,” on the way to the door the demon suddenly stopped, as if he had forgotten to do something. Then he placed a pillow under her feet so that they would not come into contact with the cold floor.
Judith looked at her and then back at Derrick, who turned back to the door. Although it was only the back, the heart was beating wildly. It seemed that now he would simply run away and never appear at home again. This feeling was constrained and overwhelming.