Peter was on top of Ivy, brusquely and mindlessly f**king her. All his length disappeared into her p**sy at intervals, and his mouth never left her nipples. Ivy tried to control her moans to show lack of interest but the pleasure she felt apparently won over.

One last thrust and Peter was jerking, this was the forty-second time he reached orgasm in twelve hours. As he fell on the bed beside Ivy, she stood up and headed to the bathroom.

Staring at her reflection, she spotted so many hickeys on her skin and her p**sy hurt from the steady thrust of Peter's d**k in it ever since she arrived.

She...