Proceed the Journey

Time passed as the sun sank below the horizon, painting the sky with the velvety darkness of the night. Twinkling stars emerged, adorning the heavens with their ethereal glow. Far from Vesta's carriage, near the entrance gate, another horse-drawn carriage came into view. A brilliant light radiated from within, piercing through the carriage's windows and casting flickering shadows.

Through the reflection on the glass of a small window, the light danced in unison, revealing the silhouette of a woman perched atop a man's form. Their bodies intertwined, voices mingling in a symphony of pleasure. "Ahh... that's exquisite. Harder," Desmond's voice resonated in the room as he lay on the bed, his back turned toward the ceiling.

Laura, flushed with a tinge of embarrassment, sat upon her young master's buttocks, her breath hot and ragged. "This spot, young master?" she inquired, her fingers applying pressure to a specific area near Desmond's neck.