"Hah... Hah... Hah... Young Master... Am I...doing right...?"
"Yes, Mary. You are getting better at this."
In the middle of the night, Raphael sat at the left edge of the bed as Mary sat on his lap. With her hands on each of his shoulders, Mary had been moving her hips up and down and grinding her swelling vagina against the whole length of Raphael's dick.
As Mary was doing her job, Raphael leaned back, extending his arms, and watched the erotic boobs of hers bounce. Even though she was still feeling some pain, her face was seemingly enjoying herself and was visibly steamy as she rode his dick.
She had seen some faint signs of exhaustion due to the sweat on her body, the heaviness of each of her breaths, and the significant declination of her vigor. After all, they had been doing sex for quite some time and had done a couple of rounds.