Stiff like a wood

The two days traveling back were the most euphoric of Cassian's life so far. He couldn't recall a single moment when he wasn't inside her—whether it was her folds, her mouth, or her hands, she kept his member entranced the entire time. His hands never left her body, exploring her curves constantly. Aside from brief pauses to drink water, eat, or handle other necessities, their passion was relentless. By the time they finally stopped, they were both in dire need of a shower, their bodies heavy with the unmistakable scent of arousal.

After reaching the city, they stopped at an inn where they enjoyed a refreshing shower. Lucy, still with bare skin, emerged from the bath, smiling as she said, "No, young man, I'm not going to try anal. That place is not meant for that kind of thing..."

Cassian followed her, his face pleading like a child asking for a toy. With the same tone, he said, "Please, Miss Lucy... I promise, you're going to like it..."