"Y-you don't have to say that," she stammers, embarrassed. "You're too..."

"No one can hear us, darling, so I can be as degenerate as I wish," I interrupt her maliciously.

"I feel like I'm about to die," she whines when she realizes that I'm not stopping my movements. On the contrary, I lower her legs to sit her on top of me, while my mouth strives to leave a few marks on her delicate neck and breasts.

"I assure you, you're not going to die. No one dies from making love," having said that, I ...