Of course, that night was a sleepless one for Sigourney.
As if venting his frustration, Theodore's movements during their intimacy were rougher than usual-
and lasted far longer than usual.
Whether it was midnight,
or close to dawn,
Sigourney couldn't tell anymore.
But by the time she was completely exhausted,
limp and drained,
her body slumped weakly against Theodore's shoulder, too tired to even move,
he still showed no sign of stopping,
driven by a burning energy that seemed endless.
She moved along with his rhythm, her body trembling with pleasure,
yet too worn out to even moan.
Sigourney surrendered, wrapping her arms around Theodore's neck, whining softly.
"Can we stop, Theodore?"
"I can't take it anymore. It's too intense..."
Her hair clung to her forehead with sweat
