An October night

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Renee sits on the couch in a pair of very short shorts and an oversized T-shirt, watching television.
Conley rises from the recliner, announcing, "I’m going to bed," while gesturing at her with a hand,
as if telling her, "One minute." He walks down the hallway toward the master bedroom.

Conley enters the dimly lit bedroom with a smile, shutting the door behind him. Kira lies in bed, and the sheet is pulled up to her chest.
She greets him, “Come to bed; I have an early day tomorrow.” Conley flips off the light and crawls into bed beside her, smirking.
“Well, Miss Oxley, I do believe you are without clothes under my sheet,” he teases.

“That’s because I want you to do manly things to me—make me sleep good,” Kira replies, her voice playful yet inviting.

Conley runs a hand through her hair, giving her a passionate kiss. He embraces her, his lips trailing down her body, exploring every inch of her.
Her moans fill the room as he takes her to the heights of pleasure before giving her his full attention, their passion culminating in shared fulfillment.
The room grows quiet except for their breathing as she drifts off.

After waiting a moment, listening to Kira’s soft snores, Conley quietly slips out of bed. He pulls on a pair of sweatpants
and walks down the hallway, returning to the living room. Settling back into the recliner, he lets out a quiet sigh.

Moments later, Renee enters from outside, her hands chilled from the crisp October air. She places them on Conley’s chest,
causing him to shiver slightly. Leaning in, she kisses his ear and asks, “Kira asleep?”

Conley glances up at her. “Absolutely out. Why do you ask?”

Her answer is a mischievous smile as she straddles his lap, her oversized T-shirt riding up. Their kiss deepens,
and passion flares again. Conley’s hands explore her bare back as Renee grinds against him, biting her lip to keep her moans quiet.
She removes his sweatpants with a smirk, resuming her place atop him as their movements grow more intense,
bringing her to completion before he follows.

Conley lifts Renee effortlessly, holding her by her buttocks as she wraps her arms around his neck. He carries her down the hallway,
the cool October air, making her cling closer to him. Entering the small bedroom, he lays her gently on the bed, tucking her in under the blanket.

“You’re too good to me,” Renee murmurs, her voice heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion.

“Get some rest,” Conley replies, brushing a strand of hair from her face. He lingers for a moment, watching her drift off to sleep.

Conley retrieves his clothes from the living room and walks quietly back to the master bedroom. Sliding into bed beside Kira,
he watches her peaceful expression in the dim light. Smiling faintly, he closes his eyes, the quiet of the mobile home settling over them.