[Ludovico]

It was as if they had never left the back of the Maybach. The plane had more room for the sounds of their love making to echo upon, but it felt just as invigorating on his limbs. His own body convulse clenching and drawing the succulent juices from the other. He rested his head in a sedated rest on Ambrosia's shoulder. Idly his lips sporadically found places of freckled flesh to kiss. "You can continue typing now, but once he land you are all mine."