Cyrus

<p>Cyrus was seated in his plush office chair, absorbed in work when a wave of desire overcame him. He swiftly reached for his phone and browsed through an album of your stunning pictures, murmuring to himself, &quot;I yearn to return home and possess you over and over.&quot; With a hungry gleam in his eye, he moistened his lips and nibbled gently at his lower lip. As the sound of the office door sealing shut echoed, he discreetly loosened his trousers to indulge in his rising excitement.</p> <p>The clock struck 7 p.m. as Cyrus arrived home, his anxiety mounting when he found you absent. Pacing through his opulent abode, he finally spotted you, fresh from a shower, your form delicately swathed in a towel. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Cyrus advanced, inhaling the fresh fragrance of your skin post-bath. &quot;Hurry, my love, let's retire to the bedroom. I can no longer hold back, my dear wife,&quot; he urged, his voice thick with anticipation. You gave a timid nod, accompanying Cyrus to the bedroom.</p> <p>In the sanctuary of the bedroom, Cyrus assertively guided you onto the bed and shed his attire. Hours melted away as the two of you passionately intertwined, your whimpers of discomfort lost amidst the intensity of the moment. Unyielding, he persisted, refusing to cease despite your pleas, caught in the throes of desire for a relentless 20 hours of intimate connection.</p> <p>As dawn unfurled, you awoke to find Cyrus in the shower. Attempting to get up, you were reminded of the previous night's fervor by a sharp ache in your thigh. Once out of the shower, Cyrus caught sight of you and offered a teasing smirk. He approached, enveloped you in his sturdy, fragrant embrace that flushed your cheeks. Planting tender kisses down your neck, he gently pressed you back onto the bed with a surprise. &quot;Spread your legs once more, I'm ready again,&quot; he declared, his eyes burning with desire. &quot;My, my wife, you are truly irresistible.&quot;</p>