Donald’s POV
I remained for a few minutes in Diana, and her body shook as she settled down after her high-spirit s*x moments. The television continued to display the game, but the room was stifling, warm and it was smelling like us. I rushed out from her with a sound of moisture and took my feet. I was tired of my legs, yet there she was, lying naked on the leather. I felt like f*****g her again.
I grabbed her hand, and said, “I am thirsty. Show me the kitchen."
Diana let out a gasping laugh. She didn't put her shirt on. She got on her feet, her breasts swinging with the way she walked. Then she took me down the hall. I could see her red hips go, still red. The chill of the light on her skin made her enter the kitchen and open the fridge.
"We have juice, water, or…" Diana paused, then
