‘Calloused hands finds their path from your thighs to your hips. He pulls you closer from there, on the edge of the table. Manhood slides against you and finally inside. Hungry kiss drinks up your sighs and moans. Hips are pulled closer again, impossibly close. He pulls out and pushes back in, making sure to drag your hips to meet his. You move together, breathe in each other and lust for the other. No skin goes without attention nor need goes without satisfaction.’