1512 Love luck comes knocking at the door at midnight?

Their lovemaking session lasted for a whole hour. Shortly after reaching their peak, the man buried his head in the crook of her neck, gasping for breaths and feeling incredibly relaxed now that he had vented out everything.

Her eyes were closed and her chest undulated tumultuously.

She was feeling so feeble that even lifting her eyelids was a chore to her. As the man's heavy and sexy gasps constantly echoed in her ears, she locked her fingers around his shoulders.

He lifted his head to look at the sweaty and sticky woman in his arms. Their earlier session had left her completely drained of energy!

Her exorbitant gown, having been torn apart by the man, was mercilessly discarded aside.

The woman lay tiredly in his arms, entirely spent of her energy.

"Go take a bath!" he ordered.

That statement was an incomplete one, though.

The missing half was: 'We'll continue again once you're done!'

She nodded dazedly in reply. Seeing that the man was no longer as aggressive as earlier, she heaved a sigh of relief inwardly.

The thought of her taking a relaxing bath before comfortably resting on the big and warm bed overjoyed her. Alas, just like the fairy tale's character, 'little red riding hood', the woman was unaware that a certain big, hungry wolf was merely hiding its tail behind and away from sight!

No man, after all, would be able to contain himself after such a long period of suppressing his desires.

He carried her into the bathroom.

The room he had booked was a presidential suite. Just the bathroom alone was over twenty square feet in size, and its bathtub was large enough for the two of them to engage in wild activities within.

He turned on the shower. As he let the bath run, he gently rubbed the thighs of the woman in his embrace.

Her face blushed furiously.

This man… how did he know that her thighs were currently swollen?

One must truly laud the man's attention to details.

He noticed that, usually after their lovemaking, her thighs would somewhat be in discomfort, causing her gait to be a little unnatural.

Knowing this, he then seriously searched on the topic.

She could not help feeling relaxed by his massage. Just like that, she dozed off in his embrace while the man continued kneading her thighs.

Just when the water was almost filling the bathtub, the doorbell rang.

He cocked a suspicious brow at the sound. He wanted to pay no attention to it, but the doorbell rang incessantly when no one responded to it.

The woman woke up, alarmed by the sound. Her groggy eyes widened in confusion.

"Who's pressing the doorbell?"

"I'll go take a look."

His brows knitted in displeasure. He then got up to put on a bathrobe, tied its knots, and walked toward the door.

What he saw outside the door stumped him.

With a frown, he sized up the woman before him. Dressed in an almost transparent silk nightie, she shyly stood outside the door with her head bowed, fiddling with her dress hem.

He suddenly noticed something strange and when he looked down at her chest; he realized that her nightgown was so sheer that it revealed her ample bosom through the material…

He swiftly averted his gaze as he pressed his lips together in disgust. The woman's intentions were instantly clear!