On a bright sunny day, Aslan's room was hotter than usual. That was how Rosie and Aslan felt at the moment. Their lips pressed against each other, the long-delayed moan of desire they finally could make it come true.
Maybe someone else would have enjoyed their first night in a relaxed and loving atmosphere at night, but Aslan and Rosie did it passionately during the day. Both of them were competing with each other to dominate their making love session.
Aslan had Rosie under him. Silencing the girl's mouth with a greedy kiss full of lust. He tasted every part of Rosie's lips with his tongue. Biting the girl's sensual lips a little until the colour was much redder than usual.
"How could your lips have a peach flavour?" Aslan asked, taking another sip of Rosie's lips, which was so sweet and intoxicating.
"I have a variety of lipstick flavours. What flavour do you want to try next?"
