Verdia's breasts were bare now, flushed and gleaming, and her lustrous blonde hair had come loose from whatever elaborate pins had held it at the banquet. It spread across the pillow like spilled gold.
"Don't stop," she said. "Don't ever stop. I need more of this healing; I need it the entire night."
SMACK… SMACK… SCHLIK…
Reinhardt drove in hard. His eyes flashed with primal hunger. The more he drove in, the wetter Verdia became. It was as if her entire body was made of water.
Then he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her breasts, his hard pectoral muscles rubbed against her nipples. The sensation was so good that Reinhardt inhaled her scent deeply.
"Is that the spot where it hurts the most?" he asked, kissing and savouring her cheery red lips."
"Yes…. Annng… Hnng… there, that spot, keep pressing there…"
