“You’re taking forever,” she rasped, voice rough with sleep, watching him mid-pantyhose,Fuck his legs bare again.

He turned, offering a gentle smile, voice warm. “Good job–shower, then breakfast.”

She panted, her cock aching, her smirk faint. His dark blonde hair stuck to his sharp cheekbones in damp strands, hazel eyes flickering with leftover heat. “Just trying to keep things easy,” he replied, his tone polite and gentle, a contrast to her roughness.