The King

The next morning, the sunlight strikes the king's room and hits its rays on the countenance of the hunky man on the bed.

King Spencer squinted his eyes, he gradually lifted an arm and he staved off his face from the sunlight.

"It's morning already," he surprisingly muttered, and then, he looked behind at the other side of the bed.

He saw Eleanor!

She was sleeping deeply beside him, her attractive face was glinting as a reaction to the sun. She was snoring softly, and the king could give an account that she was incredibly tired.

Last night, he had his way with her countless times.

He wished he couldn't say it out but he confessed, that he had a good time with her. He was tempted, he was drawn in by her and he was captivated!

Her delicious lips, her smooth skin, and her lovely moans resonated in his ears.

She had begged him to stop and at the same, she begged him to give her more; it was a night that was more extraordinary than he had for a long time now.

It was a night that di