Mireille slipped down to her knees as soon as Dante's arms left her. Clutching feebly to the wall, she trembled non stop as her orgasm continued to rage through her body.

Her lips were parted in soft moans and whimpers. Dante picked up his trousers and slipped it back on.

"Get yourself up, princess." Dante said to her.

"Don't tell me we are done." Mireille groaned and moved her weak knees to turn and face Dante.

"We are, princess. Five minutes is over."

Mireille ...