Seeing the seductive figure of the vermillion-haired girl still covered in a thin layer of sweat, Desmond smiled with satisfaction and love as he dressed. "You should rest now. I'm going to be out for the rest of the day."
Sasha, now completely devastated, exhausted, and satisfied could barely form a coherent thought, so she sighed almost erotically as she nodded weakly.
Not that she could be blamed for her current state, Desmond had made love to her for several hours after returning, giving her only brief moments to breathe. As if that were not enough, Sasha found herself on the receiving end of pleasure, completely dominated by Desmond who concentrated every last bit of his efforts to please her to the maximum.
Sasha would swear that she almost died from pleasure on more than one occasion. Desmond had devoted himself entirely to pleasing her, adoring her, and making her feel loved, in an almost intoxicating way.
