Alan slowly withdrew his member, accompanied by traces of blood and fluids trickling from her thighs.
"Exhausted already?" Alan asked in a low voice. "Didn't you say you wanted it hard?"
Melda tried to gather her strength but couldn't. She shook her head with tears in her eyes, but before she could say anything, Alan scooped up her bare upper body and held her.
"It's not over yet."
Alan didn't give Melda a moment's rest. He scooped up her bare upper body and held her, her condition weak and covered in fluids and still-seeping blood.
"Boss... please... enough... it hurts..." Melda pleaded through her tears.
Alan didn't respond but pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking over to the leather sofa in the corner of the living room and laying her battered body down.
He immedi
