After a long day, your lover Francis arrived at the apartment and wasted no time in looking for you, claiming your lips as soon as he found you.

It didn't stop until you're beneath him, utterly exposed and open, moaning as he drove his hips repeatedly without restriction. He seemed aggressive today; usually he was gentle, but you knew it felt nice and better like this, and he knew you liked it as you heard his ecstatic grunts in time with your noises. Fuck, she's so good. Addictive and so warm.

Your phone rang unexpectedly; it was right near your head, and when you looked, Francis' name appeared on the screen. Your gaze was drawn to the man on top of you, who was staring and moving within you. A triumphant smile plastered on his face as he felt your warm depths enveloping him tightly. "I'm doing better than him, aren't I?"