It was afternoon.
Harriet's arms were shaking while holding onto the headboard, and her thighs and knees were resting on the bed.
“Milord, I beg you–”
"Just a little more, Madam," whispered Liam, who was still pounding her waist, thrusting from behind.
“You have… said that… five times already–aah–an–”
“Uhm–” Liam finished and spilled the remnants of his seed inside. "Hm-"
"Oh..." it was warm. This was the last warmth Liam gave her today.
Liam lifted her, giving her a soft kiss from the side.
"Done?" asked Harriet weakly.
"Done," Liam kissed her cheek again, laying her on the bed. At the same time, Harriet was writhing, and her legs felt limp, soft shivers running down her body.
The man caught his breath and stood up, intending to get a towel. He thought that his aching body this
