Ava's POV
'Hey!' Ray shouted groggily. ' Mum said that's not your work anymore! ' He complained, trudging into the kitchen, rubbing his barely open eyes. I was in the process of frying cassava and sweet potatoes but Ray proved to be a distraction.
His lean evocative tall figure was appropriately clad in a pair of blue cotton pajama shorts. His thick legs were left to my imagination, I wondered how my body would feel against his while he f****d me against the kitchen counter.
My eyes snapped up, drinking in the impressive morning wood that pressed on the front of the shorts. As if feeling my gaze on his c**k, the semi hard c**k twitched, making me snake my tongue out in want. My eyes? stayed glued on the front between his legs, turning me into a sultry woman.
'f**k' I whispere
