Bethel woke up to a tug on her breast,a hand caressing her body and a body moving against hers. Her eyelid fluttered open immediately and she stared at Harry who's mouth was on her breast, his c**k buried into her, the tight walls of her p***y wrapper h tightly.
" Good morning, Master" she whispered, her eyes reaching for the gold made wall clock at the far end of the room. It's almost dawn.
Harry groaned,his eyes closed in what can be interpreted as bliss. His hands trailer her ribs back to her breast and he began twerking her n*****s.
She moaned, her body going hot under his ardour. She felt a wetness in between her legs as he caressed and suckled her. His body stiffened and she felt his body ready to take in his full erection.
He let go of her pinkish n****e from his mouth
