The next morning…
After a whole night of passionate celebration, something had clearly shifted between them.
The air in the shelter still carried the lingering scent of sex and sweat.
Grace's body was covered in faint marks from Jake's hands and mouth, yet she looked more radiant than ever.
... And currently, Grace was bent over the small wooden table in the corner of the room, her upper body pressed against the surface while her plump ass was raised invitingly.
Plap…
Plap…
Plap…
Jake stood behind her, casually thrusting into her from behind in a slow, lazy rhythm.
One hand rested on her hip while the other reached around to lazily grip her smooth, silky golden hair.
"Haa... Haa... Ugh~" Jake groan in pleasure as he enjoy that amazing wet tightness.
"Ahh... Jake... haa...♡"
Grace moaned softly, her voice still hoarse from the night before.
Her golden hair was messy, as she pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts.
"Even in the morning… you're still so hard…"
