"Where the fuck are you going?" Mario asked, now angrier than before.

Eleanor turned around, still in the same faze from before as she replied to her husband. "To pack." She simply stated and continued on her way to the master bedroom, the cigar still burning between the fingers of her right hand.

**

London, England

**

Tony Marinetti fucked his new plaything of the night viciously and deep. His muscles were already burning and straining at their limit, but he ignored it and re-focused on the female that was the root cause for the immense pleasure his body was absorbing.

They were fucking missionary, the red haired companion tightly...