Raphael evidently noticed his rival''s actions and asked curiously, "Why hold back from stroking yourself, Quenet?"

"I disdain engaging in such base acts of self-indulgence!" Andre averted his gaze, his words shaky, lacking confidence.

Raphael smiled and continued his movements below: "Don''t make such absolute statements, Citizen Quenet. Soon enough, you''ll indulge in that."

As soon as the words fell, the young nobleman embraced the girl in front of him even tighter, intentionally moving his hips and thighs wantonly, shaking his head like a third-rate actor, moaning lasciviously and smugly glancing at the person opposite.

Andre intended to display an annoyed expression at his deliberate teasing, but his body acted honestly. His fingers gradually moved to his crotch, seemingly ashamed of his actions, occasionally trying to discreetly pull down his shirt 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 bo