Westley's breath was hot on Doris's face, and his breathing was more irregular than it had ever been in his life. His chest rose and fell in skips and jumps, like that of a horny teenager. He was out of control. His face was flushed, and he felt he had no choice other than to give in to his lust.
As overwhelmed by his manliness as Doris was, she still longed to push him away. She knew, though, that if she tried to get away from him, it would only turn him on more. So, she closed her eyes and went limp in his arms, hoping it would make him lose interest. Unfortunately, her actions had the exact opposite effect on him. Her soft, boneless response nearly drove him to go crazy.
Once Westley had had his way with her, he finally stepped away. He had a cheeky grin on his face that was reminisce
