I lay on the bed, enjoying the morning sun peeking through the blinds. Jiang Siwan stood in the doorway of a miniature kitchen attached to the side room. She wore an apron with nothing underneath while cooking breakfast.
Swan stood with her back facing me—bruises and marks covered her hips and body from the evening before. I couldn't help but smile, proud of my handiwork as she flicked the pan. She turned and smiled at me. Her face filled with life, almost beaming.
"John?"
"Morning."
When I replied, she turned off the heat and grinned with delight and scurried over and sat beside me, the scent of bacon and maple syrup oozing from her body.
"How do you feel?"
"I'm great, maybe a little hungry."
I reached out, stroking her stomach and hips under the apron, causing the sensual milf to snort, before slapping my hand away.
"Behave, eat first!"
