Sunlight filtered through the large cabin windows, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled bed. Sophia stirred slowly, her body deliciously sore from the rough fucking Charly had given her the night before. Her pussy felt tender yet already starting to ache with fresh need. Cum from last night had dried on her skin, flaking slightly across her ass and heavy boobs. The black lace bra was still tangled around her torso, stained with spit, cum, and her own juices.

Charly lay beside her, his muscular body relaxed in sleep, but his thick dick was already half-hard against her thigh. Sophia smiled with dark affection. She loved this man—the way he worshipped her in tender moments and destroyed her in filthy ones. She shifted lower, kissing down his chest, her long raven hair trailing over his skin. Her soft lips reached his cock, and she began planting gentle kisses along the shaft before taking the head into her warm mouth.