Two hours ago.
Dylan had a woman bent over on the bed with her face pressing into the sheets while he restrained her hands behind her. He was ruthlessly pounding into her. Her round butt was red from being smacked and Dylan's drilling. The woman moaned in both pleasure and pain. She let out incoherent words in Bahamian creole and all Dylan picked up on was one word:
"Harder! Ah! Yes!!!" She moaned.
Dylan growled as he increased his pace. He had heard of the little rumor that had spread of him. He was apparently a hit man working for some Mafia cartel. He chuckled remembering how this all started. But he decided to live up to his new reputation. It seemed to attract the ones who had a thing for bad boys. What the ladies want, he'll deliver.
With a pleasure filled grunt and cry from both them, they climaxed together and he pulled out to get rid of the condom. She was spent and collapsed into a deep slumber. Dylan discarded the condom into the bathroom and took a shower.
