Sorcha sighed happily as his arms slipped around her and she was enveloped in his warmth. They were sticky with sweat and spend, but she didn’t care, glorying in the heavy scent of their lovemaking and the press of his skin to hers. One of his big hands slid over her flank to draw her leg up over his hip. His cock, still impossibly hard, glided inside, and her muscles held on in a tired but welcoming grip.
