‘It’s early morning, and Arno and I lie in bed, not wanting to get up or leave the warmth of each other’s embrace just yet. Arno starts off caressing me gently and slowly; but as I guide his hand to between my legs, he smirks as he works his fingers into the folds of my pussy. Things escalate very quickly then: his expert fingerwork leaves me wet and moaning, and he mounts me then and there; fucking me as I cling to the sheets and threaten to wake the household with my cries of delight.’