After her refreshing shower, Brynhild returned to the bedroom, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Collapsing onto the bed, she closed her eyes, seeking some much-needed rest.
When she finally woke up, the room was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon. As she became aware of her surroundings, she found herself in a familiar and comforting position.
He was curled up beside her, their bodies intertwined in a loving embrace. Her breasts pressed against his chest as they slept, their faces inches apart.
Unlike before, she felt no hesitation or wariness. With a sense of trust and desire, she slowly moved her hips forward, guiding his cock into her waiting depths.
"Oh!"
The room filled with their familiar moans of pleasure and the rhythmic sound of their bodies colliding in passionate union.
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