The arrangement with the lieutenant had always been the kind that left the bed frame protesting and tonight the next hour followed the same rule.
Thick wet slaps filled the room without break while sweat slid down the hard planes of her stomach and gathered between her breasts before dripping onto his skin.
She only stopped when she realized both of them were in pretty bad shape.
When she finally pushed herself up the pale skin of her thighs and ass was covered in deep red handprints and the shiny trail of everything they just did.
She twisted her soaked hair up into a loose bun and headed straight for Amane letting the residual sweat still run down her neck and back as she teased her with a look then reached for the clothes on the floor.
Once she was dressed she slipped a cigarette between her lips lit it and exhaled toward the commander. "Try not to look so worried dear. He is far stronger than you can imagine."
