Lex Luthor

Deeper was what she wanted, what she craved, and she urged him on with a tightening of her arms and an occasional breathy moan, finding and matching his rhythm easily. She'd allowed sheer pleasure and want to drown out most conscious thought, but in some foggy corner of her mind she suspected she'd have a nice little mark or two on her neck and possibly elsewhere. She didn't mind one bit; in fact, she welcomed it.