Confronted by Tina's ardent advances, even William's iron will faltered.
A wave of heat surged through him, a primal response he couldn't ignore. He embraced her with equal fervor, one hand instinctively finding its way to her breast, the other firmly gripping her hip.
Tina's soft moans under William's passionate touch extinguished the last embers of his self-control.
He grew more frantic, his desire overwhelming him. He wanted to lose himself completely in the moment.
Just as his hand moved lower, nearing her most intimate parts, something struck him on the head.
Thwack!
He released Tina, the lingering taste of her lips forgotten, and looked down.
A small, red fruit, resembling a hawthorn, lay at his feet.
'Why would a fruit fall on my head?' William mused, 'I don't see any fruit
