In bed, snuggling in the glory of their nakedness, Damon and Aila refused to get out of bed. Unlike most of the pack, they were not hungover but a little tired from an entire night of fun in the sheets. Aila was fine, she only needed a few hours rest now, but Damon seemed a little more groggy, though that didn't stop his morning erection. He was still half asleep when his eyes snapped open to the sudden suction of the tip of his dick.
Aila's tongue then swirled around the tip teasingly as he pulled the cover up to see her eyes watching him with a slight glint to them, making his balls tighten further. Her hair was messy around her shoulders, every curve of her body made for him and their hard fucking. She was a beauty unlike any other, and she, who was sucking on his cock, was all HIS.
