(LANCE)
The coastal safe house was bathed in the soft pink and gold of sunrise. I had Eliona pressed against the large picture window overlooking the ocean, her leather cut open, her naked body glowing in the morning light as I f****d her slow and deep from behind.
The glass vibrated with every deliberate thrust. Her t**s pressed against the cold pane, her breath fogging the sunrise as I took her one last time before the ten-minute deadline ran out.
“Sunrise surrender,” I growled against her ear, grinding deep while the waves crashed below us. “This is what it looks like when the President chooses his Old Lady over everything.”
Eliona moaned softly, pushing back against me, her p***y fluttering around my c**k as the golden light painted her marked skin.
I kept f*****g her slow and cin
