Mira Hale rose from her knees slowly—lips still swollen and glistening from Aiden's cum, hazel eyes dark with a mix of satisfaction and unquenched hunger. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, breath coming in shaky gasps, her sheer lace tunic clinging transparently to her heaving breasts from the saliva that had dribbled down.
Without a word, she grabbed Aiden's hand and pulled him toward the four-poster bed, her mini cotton skirt swishing with each urgent step, wide hips swaying hypnotically.
Aiden followed—smirk firmly in place—watching her ass jiggle under the fabric. She pushed him down onto the edge of the bed, the soft blue linens sinking under his weight, then climbed on without hesitation, straddling his lap facing hgod
Her thighs—thick and toned—clamped around his hips like a vice, knees digging into the mattress. She cradled his neck with both hands, fingers threading into his hair, pulling him close until their foreheads touched.
