In a dimly lit spacious room, one could hear moans and slapping sounds of skin that could make anyone be buried in the ground due to embarrassment. Laying on an enormous canopied bed, two souls were entangled, having forgotten that what they are doing can cause their lives...traitors.
"Ahh! Grayson, be gentle please..."
A delicate and fair lady pleaded while moaning and panting heavily. The man in front of her curses every time their world crashes.
"Damn Astrid, you always make me lose my temper"
His tanned body hammering over her slender waist. How come doing something bad feels so good?
"No! Ngh, please...I'm going to...ahh...break." The woman panted and gasped her plea when his mouth found one of her nipples and bit it playfully.
If only her husband is doing his duties, she would not be here...on Grayson's place. Her pleasured soared high every time he enters her cave.
