Once Mary started moving her hips, Leonar's desire overflowed.
He wanted it too.
In a fluid motion, Leonar lifted her slightly to adjust their position and then lowered her onto him.
The moan that escaped Mary's lips was music to his ears, her body responding instantly to Leonar's invasion. Being inside her again felt... glorious.
How the hell did he think to ignore her and go work out?
That could've waited!
The hot water of the bath intensified the sensation, each movement sending small waves crashing against the bathtub's edges.
Leonar began to thrust forcefully, each push deep and purposeful.
Mary, clinging to his shoulders, responded to each thrust with her own movements, her moans echoing in the bathroom, mingling with the sound of the water.
The intensity of the moment was palpable; the steam not only heated the room but seemed to intensify every sensation, every touch.
Mary, enjoying the roughness, asked for more with her body and words.
"Harder," she managed to say between moans, her nails leaving marks on Leonar's skin.
He complied, increasing the pace and strength, his hands now on Mary's hips to guide her movements, ensuring each thrust was perfect, reaching deep within her.
"More…", she whispered.
Mary, with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open, seemed lost in ecstasy, her breasts moving in rhythm with her motions.
Leonar, his gaze fixed on her, found a new source of desire in every expression of pleasure that crossed her face.
After what seemed an eternity of shared pleasure, they both reached climax, their bodies trembling in the hot water.
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But... Leonar's desire wasn't sated, and it seemed neither was Mary's.
They got out of the tub, their bodies still wet and hot. Without time to dry off, Leonar took her again, carried her to the bed, and laid her down.
There was no gentleness in this encounter; it was direct, urgent.
Mary, who had discovered how much she enjoyed being treated roughly, urged him on.
"Treat me however you want," Mary whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Again, Leonar's member had risen, which surprised him because usually, it would take him a few minutes, but...
That didn't matter.
He wanted to do it!
He wanted to do it again and again without stopping.
Responding to her request, Leonar took her forcefully, his movements rough but precise, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge.
Mary, in her ecstasy, begged for more, her cries of pleasure filling the room.
Leonar, unrestrained, pushed her to the brink and beyond, until they both lost themselves in pleasure again.
'Three times…' was what Leonar thought, noticing his member wasn't recovering immediately, but he had also lasted quite some time with Mary.
Suddenly, an idea crossed Leonar's mind.
It was obvious they would keep going for the rest of the day, but there was one problem.
"Mary, can you do me a favor?"
Mary, who had been lying down enjoying the feeling of being on a cloud, turned her attention to Leonar.
"What do you need?" Mary asked in a sweet tone.
"Can you go out and buy me some fresh clothes?"
Silence.
For a few seconds, there was only silence between them.
Mary, though annoyed by the interruption, dressed quickly, her frustration evident in every movement.
She didn't protest; Mary simply left.
'Eleonora, what have you done?' Leonar thought, but there was no answer.
'Eleonora…', he repeated a bit louder in his mind, but...
Nothing.
Eleonora didn't respond.
One reason Leonar asked Eleonora this was because during sex with Mary, the sensation of pleasure sometimes disappeared or significantly decreased.
At first, Leonar didn't give it much thought, believing it was just his imagination, but remembering that Eleonora could make him feel no pain as long as she was awake...
Had Eleonora done that while he was with Mary?
Why?
Mary returned shortly, with the clothes Leonar had requested in a white bag. Seeing how sweaty she was, Leonar couldn't help but laugh a bit at her.
Grateful, Leonar pulled her close, his lips meeting hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
"Thanks," Leonar murmured against her lips before starting to undress her again, but she wouldn't let him.
The reward was immediate.
Mary pushed Leonar back until they fell onto the bed, her movements now more urgent, more desperate.
Mary, taking control for moments, mounted him the instant she removed her underwear and began doing several squats on Leonar's member at a frantic pace.
It was incredible how wet she was.
Was this really the calm Mary he knew?
Without a doubt, this encounter would last more than 30 minutes.