Kate was used every day, claimed relentlessly, her body constantly stretched and wrung out by his thick cock, yet she couldn't bring herself to resent it.
If anything, she found herself eagerly anticipating the next session, her body craving the intimate intensity that only he could provide.
Kate reached out gently, brushing her fingers over the sleeping contours of his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, the faint stubble on his chin.
She felt a wave of warmth and affection wash over her as she smiled softly.
This… this is love, she realized, even if it's expressed in the most intense, physical way possible.
"It's no wonder why you've got a whole dozen women, Ross," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek.
"You really know how to keep a woman happy… satisfied."
Her heart swelled with a mixture of admiration and longing.
