For a good thirty minutes George didn’t move. He just held her there, his body still pressed into hers, cock still buried inside her, both of them trembling in the aftermath of their release.

The mirror was fogged, streaked slightly where her back had slid against it, a silent witness to everything they had done.

“You always look so sexy anytime you come for me,” he whispered.

Thalia let her head rest on his shoulder, her lips brushing against his collarbone as she whispered back, “You ruined my lingerie.”

George chuckled, still breathless, pressing a kiss into her hair.

“I’ll buy you a thousand more.”

“You're not serious,”

Her laugh...