"Mmhh…" Madeline's eyes twitched when the sun from the window hit her face. She opened her eyes slowly and stared at the hotel ceiling in a daze for a while.
She was still collecting her thoughts, trying to make sense of what happened last night.
However, it didn't take long for the realization to dawn on her. Because the throbbing sensation in her pussy and the dried cum on her belly and boobs told her everything.
She had been utterly and mercilessly fucked by Lancelot Grant last night, and the first question that popped into her mind was:
'Is it really okay for us?'
Madeline turned her head to the right to stare at Lance, who was still in a deep sleep. She never knew that a man could still be so breathtakingly handsome after wild sex and alcohol.
But here he was, sleeping peacefully, unbothered by the sun that hit his face.
