It was already dusk, and you hadn't intended on having him stay over at your house for that long. It was supposed to be a short visit — just one or two hours, not ten. It was wrong — it was an affair.

And yet..

You treaded over to the kitchen to make yourself a light snack. Your body was still sore from all the previous rounds of.. fun; he just kept going and you were already exhausted.

Suddenly you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

"One more round before I go?" he grunted.