Apocalypse, the seventh day begins...
Derick woke up very early. Ever since his physical abilities were enhanced, he only needed two hours of sleep each night to replenish all the energy he expended during the day. He woke up the next day just as lively as ever.
He lay comfortably in bed, looking at the alluring and glamorous woman in his embrace. Her voluptuous body felt amazing to the touch, and his penis was still inside her swollen and ravished little hole, standing tall as if last night's passionate lovemaking didn't consume any of his energy.
Camilla, on the other hand, was lying quietly in the man's embrace. The dual impact, both mentally and physically, from last night had left her exhausted. Derick had brought her to climax seven or eight times in a row, and her honey hole was still clinging onto his penis, unwilling to let go.
