Emmanuel lay beside her, watching with a satisfied smile as she rode out yet another orgasm. "I take it dad never fucked you like that," he said with a chuckle, reaching down to stroke her hip.

Marry laughed weakly. "No... I don't think so." She looked up at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection for this boy who had just shared such an intimate experience with her. "Thank you," she whispered, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead.

Emmanuel smiled back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, it's not like we can have him back now anyway." They both laughed softly before falling asleep in each other's arms, their bodies still sore from the passionate encounter they had shared.