One more ride won't hurt anything

"Just a quickie," he muttered under his breath.

Yeah, yeah. One hour, tops.

"No, fifteen minutes, and she needs to be calm when we leave."

Yessir, Mr. Boss Shithead, sir

Samson shuddered as the chill presence of Gray took over, but the tear welling up in the corner of Alina's eye vanished and her body flushed under the influence of Gray's power. A moment later Samson's dick was slamming into her body which was awkwardly draped over an armchair.

Right on time, Samson exploded for the... eighth time? He had lost count. On the way out the door, he looked back to see Alina in a position he knew well from past escapades. The position of a woman so completely fucked out that she was stuck in a sex-loop. She would probably stay like that until her boyfriend visited and... "shook" her out of it, Samson knew.