A few hours later, the two lay in each other arms, all sweaty as if water had been poured on them. Their fluids mixed together, they were genuinely satiated.
Max kissed her shoulder as they cuddled on the sofa. Sandy's tiredness took over, and she slipped into a dreamless sleep in the arms of the man who had taken her to heights and back.
Max was good but Sandy knew that no man would ever be as good as Jorge was. However, that was life, the taste of the forbidden was always the best.
She found a good position, with her breasts pressed against him.
Max carried her up and into her bedroom. He laid her on the bed and covered her, dropping a kiss on her forehead and his slight guilty look came back.
He stood up and picked up his boxers.
