The two pale white buttocks leaped vividly before him.
The valley between them.
Two trickling streams glistened with a pink hue.
Is there any scene in this world more splendid than this moment?
Dirk Carter could hardly hold himself back any longer.
Like a ravenous wolf with bloodshot eyes, he pounced...
That night, under the silvery moonlight and with the roar of waves crashing onto the beach, Dirk Carter lost track of how many times he went on, only knowing that when he finally closed his eyes, he was thoroughly exhausted.
With Maeve Winters on his left and Delilah Goodman on his right, both had long since become too tired to even catch their breath.
Weekend.
Dirk Carter didn't step foot outside, resting at home for two whole days, before finally feeling somewhat recovered.
Few could wear out Dirk Carter like that.
But that night, he truly gave it his all.
Later, it was said.
