She had stayed up much later than he, for at one point when he turned over and awoke for a moment, he heard Sillara moaning through her closed lips. The bed shook slightly as she masturbated. Konas had fucked her thoroughly, collapsing his sweaty body atop hers. She had been panting, and when she looked up at him, her eyes had glowed with satisfaction. So Konas had bathed and fallen into bed, ready for sleep. He thought Sillara had been ready, too, and she acted as if she would go to sleep. But she was insatiable—she was searching for something. As an orgy master, Konas had seen plenty of couples with problems, but with a little help from him, they had gotten on just fine. He had helped many customers realize what they liked, and they left his parties as better lovers. Sillara ached for something more, something different, and Konas thought he had discovered it with their close fucking and their intimate face time with whispers of love in her ear. She had come multiple times, and she had hugged him against her breasts as she squeezed his sides with her thighs.
