{Mature Content; Not Intense}
The fact that Dylia's ugliness and charred skin did not irk him anymore – now that he was halfway into her showed how powerful lust could be.
He found himself filled to the brink and could hardly breathe until he dived his manhood into her.
Her moans could not escape the softness of her tone. It was as feathery as a mild breeze playing with the fullness of the tender hairs at the most intimate parts of a person.
The more he plunged into her, the higher the pitch of her moans which never escaped the four walls of the room.
Perhaps, the return of flame was causing a higher temperature in the weather as the fans seemed to be blowing backward.
It only induced a dense smell in the air which created an awareness of the sweat dripping down both of their rocking bodies.
