Never underestimate your own potential

The sound of the rain grew louder.

Of course, Sam's movements became more intense and wilder. 

But to Sam, the sound of the rain seemed to carry a special rhythm. It was quite magical, almost syncing with the rhythm of his thrusts. 

The only difference was that the raindrops hit the window, moistening it and leaving blurred trails, while on the other side, it was Sam's cock slamming into Zoe's pussy...

This night, did Sam and Zoe do it once, or twice? It was hard to keep track; they hardly rested all night. 

Sam's cock was like a tireless general on the battlefield, relentlessly charging. 

And Zoe? All she could do was cooperate as best as she could, accommodating every sex position Sam desired.

...

When the wild night finally paused, Sam felt like he had exerted more effort and endured more hardship than usual. His sweat was proof enough.