Maggie couldn't complain about what she saw. Jacks' body made her heart race, and she bit her lips, looking at every little detail of his body. The only word she could think of was<span style="font-style: italic">manly</span>. And she really had no problem with that. Heck, she was surprised she could think at all. The girl smiled when he said he loved a challenge. Her hands gripped on the sheets when he sucked on her nipples. His tongue made her tingle and wish for more and more.<br/><br/>When Jacks inserted himself into her, Maggie let out a delighted moan. Even if he did hurt her, she would probably not have complained. All she could feel was a wild passion she couldn't remember having felt before. As he found his rhythm, her legs wrapped around him, and her hands grabbed his shoulders. A louder moan escaped from her lips when he bit her, and her nails scratched his back, not hard enough to draw blood, but definitely hard enough to leave marks.<br/><br/>She had stopped thinking completely, only moving as her body wanted to, moving closer and closer to Jacks as though she was trying to merge her body with his. Moans and whispers were all that escaped her lips, and she had even forgotten about the lack of curtains. She wouldn't probably have noticed a crowd there watching at the moment.<br/><br/>When he wanted to flip her over, Maggie complied immediately, her hands grasping his arms for support. "You're gonna kill me", she murmured when he said she was hot. As he came, she let herself go as well, her body trembling in his arms, and the feeling of a volcano erupting inside her too strong and too good for her to think about anything. After a while, her body relaxed, and she took a deep breath. "What's my name again?", she managed to ask, her breath still short.