"You must also be aware of my thoughts," Adrian nuzzled her face as he leaned in closer.
Clara giggled when he sniffed her before planting butterfly kisses.
"Mr. Emerson, you always want one thing from me," she said, and he looked up to meet her sparkling eyes.
In the early morning light, Clara appeared divine, and Adrian could not help but adore her.
"Mrs. Emerson, you really do know me well. Would you mind helping me out?" He asked, feeling his cock throbbing as he slowly inched closer to her.
Clara stared at him in disbelief, but his sympathetic look dispelled all of her ideas.
Turning, Clara faced him while her hands slowly reached down to hold his cock.
Adrian's breath caught as she started to move her hand up and down as if she were extracting juice from his length.
He lost all energy at the touch of her gentle palm and collapsed back onto the bed, his chest thumping with his labored breathing.
