As the gentle morning light shone through the shutters, Louise and the Fox were fucking hard. There was no other word for it. Their actions were raw, energetic, and animalistic.

Both lovers were intent on giving and receiving the best that they could.

Their climaxes were noisy and satisfying.

Afterwards, lying together, Louise hugged her husband while the Fox strolled to the window to look out at the magnificent spectacle of Mount Etna spewing hot lava. He poured two glasses of water from the jug and returned to the bedroom and the new Swedish lover he had met yesterday in Sicily.