The door frame felt smooth on his skin and the light coming from the lamp on her desk, masked the years of abuse the wood had suffered from uncountable plays of love. The heat pulsing from his member embarked on a travel along his extremeties, reaching even the furthest margins of his being. Gazing at the body of his beloved, so intimately reflected in the pupils of his green orbs, he lets a rasped breath escape his moist lips.