“I left it freezing in the fridge. I'll get it for you." he advanced towards the fridge handing the bottle to her soon after, with a dismayed expression “But let's not exaggerate, okay? The few times I've seen you drink something, it's been pretty clear that you're not exactly resistant to alcohol..." “What did we already talk about you treating me like a child?" She raised an eyebrow, taking the bottle from his hands “ If I want it drunk, then it's my decision." “Okay, okay…” he raised his hands in surrender “Just don't forget that we have a plane to catch early afternoon tomorrow. And it's not exactly comfortable throwing up in a toilet 500 meters up." “I'll keep your advice in mind." she sneered , secretly enjoying the feeling that he was worried about her, even if he wasn't going to admit it aloud “Now, come here! Let's eat! “ she encouraged him, sitting in the chair right in front of him with her legs gathered, so that the hem of her shirt was even shorter, almost revealing her
Charlie wasn't sure how long he'd been touching himself in the dark of night, imagining what Morgan's naked body would feel like, especially when he was on top of hers, driving into her hard. However, even if they were meters apart at that moment, none of their faded fantasies could compare with reality. Of course, the cloudy glass of the shower stall, which appeared to have been fogged up by his heavy breathing, wasn't helping her see everything as clearly as she would have liked, but there was no mistaking the shape of what he'd wrapped in one of the hands. Swallowing hard, Charlie pressed her thighs together, leaning her head a little farther beyond the crack she'd opened in the door, trying to see more clearly the work of art that was his naked body. With each new stroke, the muscles in his arms moved over her skin and his bare, massive thighs quivered a little, as if the pleasure he was giving himself was too much to handle sometimes. But nothing could beat the perfection of the
Fortunately, she was more composed and had already hidden her soaked panties in her suitcase when he walked out the bathroom door, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Attentive as he was to his every move, it didn't escape her notice that his face was flushed and not just from the hot shower water, as she well knew. For the next few minutes, he didn't even make a move to look or speak to her, methodically rummaging through the suitcase with his back to her, even though he didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. To Charlie's surprise, the longer she watched him, the more that behavior seemed oddly familiar. Could it be... had this happened before? Had he ever masturbated near her without her ever realizing it? Spurred on by this new information about him, Charlie began to replay in her mind the times in the past that she had seen him with that same lost expression and those slightly rosy cheeks, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. Come to think of it, maybe the first
Morgan was sure he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. With each new day he challenged the levels of his self-control, but everyone had their limits. And one of his, as it happened, was sleeping next to Charlie, in the same bed, feeling her body heat and her sweet perfume, just like that moment. It was impressive how that day had become one of the best and also worst of his entire life. The wedding, after all, had been like a dream. But from the moment they set foot in the hotel, that room had become their own private purgatory. Or rather, his private torture chamber. Because it seemed that everywhere he looked, no matter how hard he tried to be strong and resist temptation, Charlie's body always appeared to torment him, in a most seductive position. It had all started with that inexplicable situation that had somehow forced them to share a bed. And then, suddenly, as if he'd started living one of his wet dreams about her, Charlie had forgotten the towel and appeared naked from t
" Show me." he ordered, gripping the armrests tightly, aching with excitement. Looking overjoyed as she did so, Charlie stood up and turned her back on him, only to bend her spine forward as she parted her legs, letting him see every inch of the black fabric that covered her, especially the way he was completely covered. soaked, molding itself to the shapes of her vagina. Licking his lips, he moved his hand forward, absentmindedly playing with the small pockmarked mound of her swollen clit, making her sigh in pleasure. However, even though he knew she would love for him to simply move the ruined fabric to her side and start finger-fucking her, Morgan didn't. Instead, he began moving his index finger up and down, very lazily, letting her hot juices wet him, even beneath her panties. "Please…" Charlie gasped, looking at him over her shoulder as she rocked her hips against his hand, wanting to sink into her fingers. “I'm angry…” he commented, as he gently pinched her mound, making her
After saying that, she crushed her mouth to his in a devouring kiss that made his cock harden even more inside her. Even though he could easily get her off him and return to his previous position, Morgan internally celebrated that turnaround, enjoying every second of Charlie's dominance, while she used his body as she wanted, in pursuit of her own pleasure. Something that, inexplicably, only made his desire ignite even more, to the point where she looked capable of burning him alive. That was a peculiar situation, because the Charlie of his dreams wasn't usually so bossy, but he would be more than grateful if she became so, from now on. Enjoying the view as she moved over him faster and faster, Morgan confined himself to simply stroking her breasts, stroking her nipples with his fingers until they were hard, begging for her mouth. And, just as he began to greedily suck them in, Charlie again overpowered him by complete, crushing his head against her chest, as if she wanted to keep the
Charlie's dreams tended to be short and usually didn't make any sense. So when she found herself sailing in a canoe down a waterfall, surrounded by a flock of platypuses wearing red caps with yellow stripes, and suddenly a rolling pin came up and started poking her ass, she instantly woke up. Upon waking up and facing a totally unfamiliar room when opening her eyes, Charlie even felt disoriented for a few seconds, until she finally regained consciousness enough to remember that she was in a hotel room with Morgan... But if so, then why was the rolling pin from her dream still rubbing her ass? Confused and still with her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of the room, she started to turn over in bed, to see what the hell that hard thing was doing on top of the bed, poking her and why the hell it felt like there was something warm holding it- a, making it so difficult for her to move around freely... That's when she realized that Morgan, sound asleep, seemed to have turned over at
" I want... You... So much... " Morgan grunted between sighs, with her mind lost in the dream, but her body very awake, as the palpitating cock between her hands made it very clear "I will... Go crazy ..." “You can have me in real life." she said, her voice half coaxing and half angry, for even in her sleep he was stubborn enough to argue with her “I want you too. “ Charlie whispered against his ear, wishing that phrase could reach him, even if unconsciously. "It's not...true..." was all he stammered, as his eyebrows dropped and his hands withdrew from her body, leaving him with a desolate expression. “Yes, you thick-headed idiot, it's true! “ she growled, frustrated, pressing her forehead to his, while an excited outburst, long contained, escaped from inside her chest “ Why is it so hard for you to admit what you feel for me? What I feel for you? Can't you see how much you mean to me? How much I love you? “ Charlie whimpered, making his forehead crease in anguish, even though he wa