"Baron Atreus…"
A woman's voice came from behind me.
I peeked over and saw Azalea was still leaning back on the sofa, her crotch spread wide.
Remains of my sperm and her love juice were still dripping from her pussy, which was still exposed from my previously repeated thrusts.
I don't really remember which round it was, but I opened Azalea's maid's shirt so I could enjoy the warmth of her still-tight skin.
I sped up my cock, fucking her so hard on the sofa that she moaned uncontrollably, drenching the sofa with her sweat and love juices at the same time.
I even pulled her tied hair loose, tugging gently while thrusting.
It was natural for me to do so, as I'd been aroused by her calling my name while moaning continuously, and she was begging for me to fuck her harder.
I saw her staring at me with a wistful gaze and half-closed eyes.
Her breathing was steady, but it seemed slow and weak.
She was running out of stamina, and I knew it.
She was just trying to hide it.
