He slumped back, hair slightly sticking to his forehead with sweat. Hey, there was a reason Marla called him the best sex she'd ever had, even if she had cheated on him at the beach.
He was still hard and he knew that wasn't going away anytime soon. He knew his hand would be sore in the morning, but maybe he could afford another round with just him and his tower.
Of course, he would rather have a lady because we all know ladies— like it or not —couldn't resist him, but his hand still provided pleasure to himself as much as it provided pleasure to every woman he ever encountered.
Just as he was about to go for around two his phone lit up. He picked it up, his eyes instantly squinting since he never wore his glasses.
Donald smirked- Melania finally texted back.
With that, he decided it was best to go clean himself up since he knew he'd have plans later with a certain someone and he knew just the way to make up for lost time.
