CHAPTER 25

　　The young and handsome Darwin was below Cyrene—literally.

　　         “Is it too rough, honey?” Cyrene asked. She was panting, gasping for breath as she moved her body up and down, slow then swift into his young flesh.

　　         Darwin was smiling, and moaning the entire time. He never knew that paradise existed until Cyrene’s lap dance. Until this moment.

　　         Unable to resist, he squeezed her breasts that made Cyrene utterly mad. His two hands slid down. And down. Until he reached her waist, in which he gripped it tightly with his two hands. He dug deeper in her core with his sheer blade. Cyrene barked a curse at his sensation.

　　         “You’re a fast learner, babe,” she remarked. But Darwin only smiled. No, not smiled. He grinned—in a malicious way.

　　         Two bodies become one. Two voices sang in the tune of pleasure.

　　         “Here comes the horse rider!” Little Darwin shrieked. So as Cyrene, as she reached the peak of this sensual convergence.