Morning light filtered softly through the curtains.
Brandon was lying on his back in the middle of the ruined bed.
The sheets were a complete mess beneath him, still damp in places from the night before.
Charlotte was curled tightly against his side.
Her face was buried in the crook of his neck, soft lips resting just above his collarbone.
One of her legs was thrown over his hip and an arm draped across his chest as every slow breath she took ghosted across his skin.
She nuzzled deeper into his neck with a quiet, contented sound.
"Mnghh~♡…"
The soft noise vibrated against his throat.
Brandon turned his head slightly and looked down at her.
Her eyes were closed with long lashes resting against her cheeks.
A faint smear of dried cum still clung to the corner of her mouth.
Her lips were a little swollen and there were faint red marks across the soft upper slopes of her breasts where his hands had gripped her.
