Mark laid atop Maggie on the bed with a pallid expression worn on his face. He heaved and hoed incessantly as though he'd just climbed a mountain. Of course, what he climbed was more than a mountain.
Both Mark and Maggie breathed haggardly and heavily after having rolled in the hay. They had both just indulged in a very intimate relation that could only be described as passionate yet full of pent up frustration and lust.
Maggie, who was half naked in only her c*m-stained undies shifted and hanging in places other than that which they were supposed to be covering, had her head kicked back and her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She spasmed in place at intervals as her body squirmed in collision with Mark's rigid and firm figure uncontrollably.
Even after the passionate session they'd both
