aptured with his mouth.

"Give it to me, penetrate me hard with your lance, my Raphael! Excite me, make me scream!" She finally grabbed his wandering hand and pleaded uncontrollably.

Andre, consumed by jealousy, beat him to it. Raphael, unable to contain his excitement, quickly removed his final restraints and threw them haphazardly under the carriage seat before pouncing on her completely naked. Edith felt the fulfillment of two large and scorching manhood engulfing her entire being, as they competed to play a crude yet exhilarating symphony with her body. They no longer cared if anyone outside the carriage could hear their moans of ecstasy.

"Feeling good, Eddie?" Raphael gazed deeply and cunningly at the girl beneath him, gasping heavily. "I''m better in bed than that hypocrite, right? I have confidence in that, to say the least."

"He has always been frail, hasn''t he, Edith?" Andre''s voice dripped with jealousy.

"At least I know about women, even if it''s only from books. And you, you''ve only read The Social Contract, Citizen Quenet."

Edith responded with delight and playfulness, "Why do you have to compare? I prefer to have both of you at the same time."

Raphael chuckled, "Yes, we''re so alike, almost like twin brothers, aren''t we? Can you tell who''s fucking you right now, hmm? Edith?"

"Raphael!" She didn''t expect him to utter such vulgar words and hurriedly reached to cover his mouth.

"Wrong, I''m your Andre." Without waiting for her response, he sealed her lips with his own, and their warm ton