Trio in the Carriage(1)

ned closer, his blue eyes shimmering with cunning, his tone gentle yet seductive.

Edith and Andre instinctively wanted to refute this absurd proposal, but their lower bodies disobeyed and swelled up from the imagination caused by these words, becoming even more uncontrollably moist.

They gazed into each other''s eyes once again, as if mutually probing: after all, as Raphael had said, in the face of regained happiness, any wild celebration should not be condemned, shouldn''t it?

Andre said nothing, but silently took action, sliding his hand beneath her skirt and pulling her panties down to her knees. Edith was already burning with desire, her entire petals drenched. There was no need for further preparation or adjustment as their naked and eager crotches pressed tightly against each other.

She felt the tip of his weapon teasing at the gates of her garden, prompting her to seek his lips, shy and raring. Holding his breath, he lifted his lower body, and they merged into one. It entered deeply, sweetly, and completely, as if penetrating her soul in an instant. They both let out a simultaneous sigh of intoxication.

"Hmph, it seems you''ve already had your way with her," Raphael''s eyes were filled with strong bitterness. "Presenting yourself as a saint of the Republic every day in the National Convention, yet wasting no time indulging in carnal pleasures in private. Pah, Citizen Quenet!"

"Hold your tongue, Raphael! You know that Andre didn''t... mmm, we just... last night," Edith muttered in complaint.

Upon hearing these words, Raphael finally revealed a smile. "Not bad, then he''s not entirely hypocritical. But I wonder if this pretentious man can also lose himself in passion in bed? I''m genuinely curious!"

Andre moaned and gasped, no longer responding to Raphael''s provocations. Initially, they tried to restrain their movements, but soon the excitement made them forget about the presence of a third party,