HIS DESIRE II

The silvery white dawn gradually showed brown red, and the morning glow reflected on the glassed window. All the silence, the bright light of the horizon on the east, carefully infiltrated the light blue sky, and the new day gradually moved from afar. The cluttered living room appeared the next morning. Random items were thrown throughout the place, sofa pillows were everywhere, sheets and wrinkled clothes and traces of essence can be seen on the carpet and marble floor. The master's bedroom was rumpled with clothes that had been thrown randomly out of the wrecked bed. Bed sheets were tangled at the end of the bed in a ball of knots; pillows were laying half out of their patterned pillow cases. It looked like a vicious tornado had ripped through the room and left all the possessions in a complete mess.

From the kitchen, the sound of slapping flesh to flesh, groans and gasps, moans of pleasure and sweat filling the air. Mort thrust deep and hard into her as he licked her neck. Her back