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John carefully lifts Amelia's limp body from the bed, cradling her gently in his arms. He carries her to the bathroom, her head lolling against his shoulder, and sets her down on the soft bathmat. He turns on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over her, and then carefully begins to wash her body, his hands moving with a tender touch. As he cleans her, he can't help but admire the curves of her body, the softness of her skin, and the way her hair falls in damp tendrils around her face.

John carefully lifts Amelia's limp body from the bath, cradling her gently in his arms. He carries her back to the bed, her head lolling against his shoulder, and lays her down on the soft sheets. He takes a moment to admire her naked form, her curves illuminated by the soft light of the bedside lamp. He then climbs onto the bed beside her, his body still trembling with desire, John's eyes are drawn to the curves of Amelia's ass, her cheeks invitingly soft and round. He takes a deep breath, his hands trembling with desire as he reaches out to touch her. She remains unresponsive, her body limp beneath his touch. He takes this as an invitation, and with a gentle but firm push, he enters her from behind. Amelia's body tenses, her breath hitching as he begins to move within her. John's pleasure builds with each thrust, his body trembling as he reaches the edge.

John's hips continue to move with a steady rhythm, his cock buried deep within Amelia's ass. He tries to hold back, to prolong the moment, but the pleasure is too intense. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he feels himself nearing the brink. He reaches around, his hand finding Amelia's hip, pulling her closer as he thrusts deeper, trying not to cum in her ass. The feeling of her soft, warm body beneath him, the way her curves fit perfectly against his own, it's all too much.