Over eight hours later, the Ainen opened his eyes and saw a pair of white plump watermelons with erect cherries in front of him, bouncing with every move of their owner—Fraisea.
"Master~" Fraisea stopped moving her hips and smiled as she leaned down and kissed him. "I woke half an hour ago and couldn't hold back…"
Ainen chuckled, mirth spilling from his eyes. His hand stretched and grabbed the soft and supple flesh of her breasts before he started sucking, his other hand grabbing her buttcheeks.
Fraisea moaned and trembled with pleasure as she started moving her slender waist again without letting it affect her upper body.
Each thrust sent her mind into a spiral of love and pleasure, hitting her with shockwaves of euphoria with Ainen's constant touch.
Her moans became loud enough and woke the other two.
And so, another round of intense passionate battle, but this time, Ainen stopped holding himself back.
