CHAPTER 170

NO, YOU CAN'T IMAGINE!

Clara climbed the stairs and reached the mezzanine. She knocked on three doors, and judging by the sounds of sexual activity coming from behind each one, she was about to give up and wait for her friend downstairs. However, when she knocked on the fourth door, it swung open, and Jânio was holding a naked woman by the waist. The woman was bent over the bed, both of them standing, completely nude. He was thrusting forcefully into her, his sweat dripping onto her back. Clara stood frozen, like a statue, watching them.

"Damn it, Mister Hair, close the damn door!" Jânio shouted. And as she reached for the doorknob to close it, he asked her, "Before that, turn up the damn air conditioning for us."

He continued thrusting relentlessly, his hands still gripping the woman's waist as her hair brushed against the bed, her head lowered, and she moaned loudly. He pulled and pushed her, penetrating deeply. Clara grabbed the air conditioning remote from the table, increased the