5:18 AM
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the glass walls of the presidential suite, they cast a soft, golden hue across the room.
The light fell upon a disheveled bed, where once pristine white bedsheets were now drenched, heavy with the thick scent of sex and sweat.
Trails of sticky, white cum were smeared all over, remnants of their hours-long debauchery.
Avendial lay sprawled, one leg resting lazily on the bed while the other hung off the edge, his body half-slumped, utterly relaxed.
Just below him, Aria's limp form was positioned with her head resting near his crotch.
Her lips were stretched around his semi-hard cock, swollen and marked from hours of relentless use.
Her teeth lightly grazed his shaft as he absently thrust into her mouth, his fingers wrapped around the base, guiding it deeper with a slow, teasing rhythm.
