As he held her hand and intertwined their fingers, he no longer avoided her intentionally but acted according to his own desires, engaging in intimacy with her.

It was nearly ten in the evening when they finished.

In the dimly Lit bedroom, the air was heavy with the scent of semen, enough to make anyone blush and their heart race.

Alexis lay on the black silk sheet, her back turned to Leonel, with only a thin blanket covering her waist.

Her sweat had cooled, and her mind had returned to its usual clear state.