Orion groaned and captured Jenny’s lips. She parted them and eagerly returned his kiss. Their tongues touched, dueling with each other in a primitive mating dance that heated their bodies to a fever pitch. Jenny’s hand running over his chest, her nails lightly scraping against his skin, heightened his senses. He rocked his hips forward, pressing his thick c**k against her. Pulling back, he ran his lips along her jaw.
“We’ll try the shower later,” he groaned against her neck.
“And the bed,” Jenny said, releasing the fastenings of his trousers and pushing them down.
Orion deftly unbuttoned Jenny’s vest. He pushed the material from her shoulders, following it with his lips. He loved the slight taste of salt against her skin. Cupping her breasts, he sucked on one of the taut n*****s. His to
