Meanwhile, while endless tears, heartbreak and discomfort were the order of the early morning at Lilian's side of life, in another part of the city, inside a breathtaking penthouse:
One certain petite, fragile yet deadly woman was having the time of her life.
Morgana was on top of a taut, tall handsome man. Her palms were placed on the man's delectable six packs as she rode him like she was riding out her pent-up frustration.
Her head was thrown back, her eyes shut tightly closed, her lips parted and her small, beautiful bre-sts bounced energetically as her butt moved front and back on the long, hard d-ick inside her ever hot c-unt.
"Ohhh... Fuck! Baby, you ride so fucking great!" The man moaned underneath Morgana, his hands flying up to hold her butt cheeks in place.
