One by one
The bed creaked, and the sound of a frustrated grunt escaped his lips. He sighed exasperatedly as he got off the bed, making a haste escape, and rushed to get to the toilet before he exploded inside the woman.
Running a hand through his hair, Gwendolyn finished his business, strutting back naked and rejoining the woman on the soft mattress.
The afternoon light shone from the upper window of the private room he rented.
The woman was a beauty; her delicate skin still felt hot against Gwendolyn's touch. A satisfied sigh resonated in the room as Gwendolyn lay his head on her bosom.
The woman put a leg over his shoulder, letting him feel her fresh hot core but made no further attempt to seduce him.
"Just so you know, I don't mind having your baby," she expressed, stroking Gwendolyn's hair. The prince chuckled, tracing circles on her thigh.
"You're not the first to boldly say that to me."