Four days had passed since their first date. Four entire days spent in the hotel room, barely leaving it. The room had become a place charged with strong odors: sweat, sex, and mixed bodily fluids.
The bedsheets were rumpled, sticky in places, stained with white and wet traces that had dried into crusts. Irene and Kaiser had spent most of their time making love, without stopping. Even during breaks to eat, they found ways to continue. They didn't even take the time to shower properly.
At the moment, Kaiser was lying on his back, arms spread over the pillows. His body glistened with sweat. Above him, Irene was riding his cock with energy that showed no signs of fading.
She rose and fell slowly, her hips rolling in wide circles. Her eyes were half-closed, her parted lips letting out constant moans. Her entire body was covered in marks: round and purple hickeys on her breasts, on her belly, on the insides of her thighs.
