The next morning, Sastra remained wrapped in loving arms until the sun had truly risen. Kivan woke first, stretching out across the sheets before summoning her into his arms with a sleepy smile. They made love, slow and languid in the first flush of warmth. His body easing over hers in a way that was tender, caring and the opposite of their exhibition the night before. Replete, she wondered if she dozed again, before finally the pair of them left his bed and took the chance to bathe and wash away the sins of the day before. Cleaned, the man seemed to instantly desire her dirtied again, because her saw her bent over the bath, arms folded upon the side as he took her from behind once more, this time, easing a thumb into her rear in a way that she was growing to enjoy.
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