Luther was f*****g me so hard, so good that I came again, and again, and again, each orgasm more intense than the last. The afternoon light filtering through the window slowly changed, and I watched, dazed, as the sun set outside. It was early afternoon when I had come to the mansion, a nervous wreck with a flimsy excuse. Now, hours later, the room was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, and I was a different person entirely. We were at it for hours, our bodies a tangle of limbs, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we moved from one position to the next. We came together so many times we lost count.
Our bodies were dripping with sweat, and the small room reeked of our combined scents—a mixture of sweat, c*m, and s*x—and yet our passion never died. If anything, it only grew stronger, a
