Trisha snuggles closer to him, nestling her head under his chin as he pets her gently. Her breathing slows and deepens, the soft sounds of sleep filling the room once more. In this moment, she feels safe, loved, and completely at peace with the world. She knows that no matter what happens tomorrow, or the next day, she always has Rendo to come home to - and that thought is enough to make her heart swell with happiness and contentment.

Gentle fingers trailing across her back, petting her softly as she drifts off to sleep. The warmth of his body envelops hers, their entwined limbs creating a cozy nest on the couch. Trisha's breathing steadies and her eyelids grow heavy, finally succumbing to the siren song of slumber. In her dreams, she is safe and loved; in his arms, she finds peace.

Her cries muffled against the pillow as he pushes her deeper into the bed and takes her harder, her body arching reflexively beneath him. "Oh God," she gasps, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her nails scrape at his shoulders, digging into his flesh as her pleasure builds to a fever pitch. "Don't stop... please don't stop."

With every stroke, William wormbook feels the tight heat of her body envelop him, driving him further toward release.

Her hips buck against his in perfect rhythm as he takes her harder and faster, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of desire. She breaks the kiss with a moan, arching her back off the bed as she feels him throbbing inside her. "Oh God... yes..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as pleasure washes over her in waves, leaving her spent and satisfied beneath him.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him deeper still, desperate for more of the connection that only he can provide.