Shawn's POV
Staring at Emmaline while she was asleep was like watching vanilla ice cream mixing with toffee and then rolling in sugar.
She was wearing a black dress that was tight and short. It must have been lent to her by the girl who took her in. Her chest was rising and falling so I just couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts.
I wanted to touch her, I remembered how it felt to taste her n*****s, I remembered my hand pinching her buds. I remembered burying my face in her p***y and sucking on her clits.
I groaned as I felt my erection pushing against my trouser. I closed my eyes and I decided that I would not wake her up but the burning desire was tearing holes in me.
Who says I have to wake her up?.
It was a private jet, there was no one on it except from the pilots and the air ho
