“Aina?”
With just the voice, Jackson and Aina already knew who it was.
It was Irene who was just about to get something from the storage room. But then, she noticed that Jackson wasn’t on his bed, and Aina wasn't in sight either.
“Where are they?” Irene muttered, the confusion evident in her voice as she stepped forward, yet she wasn’t going inside the room.
She was just taking a peek at the slightly opened door.
“Aina? Jack?” Irene called again, her voice louder this time. “Are you two here?”
No one answered her.
It was because Jackson and Aina were pleasuring themselves on the corner, as Jackson still didn’t stop thrusting into her, even though Irene was just nearby.
His hand was on Aina’s mouth, preventing her from moaning loudly.
“Jack,” Aina called in between her muffled moan
