In the early spring morning, a moist breeze carrying a faint floral fragrance swept through the window screen. Mikayla was deep in a dream, only to be rudely awakened by an annoying ringtone. Reluctantly, she picked up the phone.
"…Hello?" Her voice was slightly hoarse.
"Mikayla, are you at home?"
Mikayla rubbed her sleepy eyes and turned over, "Yes, I am."
"Mr.Novak brought you home last night…" Annie hesitated, unsure how to continue.
Mikayla sat up with a start, her voice trembling, "Uh… right, right, he dropped me off downstairs, and I went up by myself."
Annie was skeptical but continued, "Will I see you on Monday, Mikayla?"
Recalling her antics from last night, Mikayla felt a bit guilty, "I should be… I think."
After reassuring Annie, Mikayla immediately called her best friend. She quickly recounted the events, and Linda laughed so hard on the other end that she pounded the bed.
"You're something else! You turned the table when the boss was serving food and changed the song when the boss was singing, haha!"
Mikayla rubbed her nose, "I admit the first one was on purpose, but I have only a faint memory of the second one." Mikayla had a bad habit when drunk, especially in KTVs—she loved to snatch other people's microphones. This time, she ended up snatching her boss's microphone.
"Isn't that exactly what you wanted? After all, you do want him to divorce you. By the way… nothing else happened, right?"
Mikayla held her forehead, suddenly remembering something. Her face turned as red as if she had just come out of a steamer. "Uh… I need to take a shower. I'll tell you next time!"
Memories flooded back into her mind. Mikayla remembered that she had taken initiative last night. She sat on the bed, stunned for a while.
The reality of last night was that Cayden had carefully carried Mikayla to bed. He had found a damp tissue and gently wiped her fair cheeks, his gaze lingering on her soft lips.
When Mikayla got home, she was surprisingly docile, not saying a word and looking completely defenseless, much like she did when she peacefully slept in his arms after their intimate moments.
Cayden suppressed his desire, turned around and was about to go to the bathroom when his hand was suddenly grabbed by Mikayla. She got up and wrapped her arms around his neck, a kiss with the taste of alcohol flowing between their teeth.
Cayden narrowed his eyes. His fingers were inserted into her black and smooth hair. They kissed for a while, and Mikayla didn't want to kiss anymore. She lay on his shoulder, panting.
To be honest, Cayden's kissing skills were very good now. Mikayla couldn't beat him in kissing, her eyes were filled with resentment.
Cayden smiled with his eyes, holding her fair and slightly red cheeks with his palm, and said faintly, "What's wrong?"
She thought: Isn't this person usually so cold? Doesn't he only show emotions in bed?
Well, it didn't matter. She was only interested in his body, so she could do it several times before the divorce.
Mikayla didn't say a word and pulled his tie again to continue the kiss. Cayden's eyes flashed with surprise, and then the two of them fell onto the bed, clothes scattered all over the floor.
His clean and slender fingers penetrated her pussy, drawing out sticky liquid. Cayden bit her earlobe and said, "Why are you reacting so much today?"
Mikayla mumbled and mumbled, her consciousness falling into the net of desire. Suddenly, she felt a stinging sensation on her neck, and when she looked down, she saw that tiny kisses were falling on her neck one after another. When they made love, Mikayla would not let him kiss her neck. She pushed his head away with some force, but it was no use.
His fingertips pressed on the sensitive spot of her vagina, and more water flowed out, making the vagina too wet.
Mikayla pouted, "Don't... ugh... kiss my neck..."
Cayden knew what she was worried about. He chuckled, "Tomorrow is Saturday."
In other words, he could be a bit overboard tonight.
The thick penis was pressed against the tender and wet entrance of her vagina. He deliberately tortured her by only brushing against her flower petals, leaving Mikayla hanging in the air, unable to bear it. She impatiently grabbed Cayden's arm.
"Are you doing it? Just bullying me..."
"How am I bullying you?" He pushed a little more, then pulled out again, not giving her a satisfying experience.
Mikayla couldn't help but moan. She got up impatiently and pushed Cayden onto the bed.
"Let me do it!"
