He and Damiano had had sex on every surface of his apartment over the past forty hours: the couch, the floor, the table in the kitchen, and of course, the bed—three times. It should have been physically impossible to have so much sex for a man in his thirties. But apparently his body hadn’t gotten the memo that he wasn’t a randy teenager anymore—it wanted more, no matter how much sex they had already had.
FOUR- FORTY HOURS? 😀
