064. Suspicious

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Euphemia's cunt lips appear as rosy-pale as the brocaded metal that details her handheld mirrors.

Lelouch holds one beneath to her, separating her thighs to glimpse how the reflected glass fogs to Euphemia's heat, as she pants and whimpers, bashfully trying to lower her pink-ribboned dress.

He understands Cornelia doesn't like how much time they spend together alone, despite having a soft spot for him. Lelouch doesn't like her either.

Not like his Euphemia, precious and lovely, warm when Lelouch holds the tip of his half-hard penis against her entrance. He rubs himself along her folds until she quivers and fusses, yelping when a runny, white substance squirts out of Lelouch, coating and oozing onto her hairy, pink cunt.

Lelouch's finger pushes some of it inside, wanting to feel her deeper the and slicker, hotter skin hidden to him. He does for another minute, prodding and touching before Euphemia loses interest, closing her legs and asking to play with the hunting dogs.

He makes a show of rolling his eyes, before agreeing and watching Euphemia bounce gleefully on her heels, snatching Lelouch's hand.

They never speak of their exploration again, forgetting all about their curiosity and boldness.

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Code Geass isn't mine. Did you know the average temperature of the universe is just above absolute zero and it's getting colder,,,,,