If You Deny, I Will Trust You (3)

She gradually got into the mood. Her body had stiffened from the pain, but she started to relax.

He slowly entered her body. He looked cold, but that coldness slowly disappeared as she got more into it.

The temperature in the room became higher while they continued their actions. Their breathing got heavier, too.

When they both felt in the moment, she reached her hands behind his neck. He didn't like that the sofa was so small and thought he could have done better if it weren't as small. He carried her to the bed by the waist without pulling out of her.