"Let's wrap this up, shall we? After all, we're at your place, and it wouldn't be good if your mom found out we've been at it for too long..."
Sam's voice, tinged with a hint of depth, seemed to betray his less than stellar condition, punctuated occasionally by Angel's faint gasps of breath.
To the uninitiated, it might sound like someone was running a marathon in the room.
But that was far from the case.
Sam, lying on the bed, had his clothes undone long ago, revealing his beautifully sculpted torso.
In fact, not just his torso, his entire body was bared, flawless in form, though at this moment, with a scarf blindfolding his eyes, he looked somewhat peculiar.
And sitting on Sam's cock, a beautiful woman was continuously swaying her hips.
The scene was blood-stirring, utterly tantalizing.
Anyone who witnessed it would likely carry an indelible memory for life.
