I feel so tired, and my womanhood feels a bit sore from too much-having sex. Yeah, yesterday and today, we were like crazy, but I also couldn't resist it, not out of pity for Leonardo, but because I wanted it myself.
After spending an hour in the bathtub for intimacy and a shower, Leonardo and I continue to relax on the balcony sofa, where there's also a swimming pool, a complete sofa with a table, facing the Eiffel Tower shining its beauty, but I think we won't be intimate here because there's waiter access at any time... It's an open place.
"Why aren't you sleeping?" Leonardo asks from behind me, while I lay on his chest with my wobbly legs.
"I slept the whole time on the plane, so now I'll stay awake," I say casually.
"Good evening Mr. and Mrs. McCartney..."
