The room's temperature was rising, bodies entangled under the sheets.
What was once a neatly laid blanket had now become a disheveled mess, like scattered, unorganized clouds.
And the two naked bodies merged as one, the penis sliding in and out of the vagina, creating soft frictional sounds, reminiscent of the collision between flowing clouds and the air.
Breathing became hotter and more intense.
Sam felt his chest and neck drenched, undoubtedly the handiwork of the girl sprawled atop him.
Angel was a girl who never admitted defeat, yet she was also the ultimate paradox.
She had many disagreeable traits.
Such as a considerably low moral threshold, a stubbornness and pride that could match, if not exceed, Sophie's, a sharp tongue that could easily wound someone's vulnerability, and even laziness, a love for giving orders, and a strong desire for possession and control.
But it was this very Angel that Sam found irresistible.
