“Oh!” Valerie moaned as President Ethan stroked her wet pu$$y gently. The urge was so much, and she couldn't help but grab his waist.
President Ethan kissed her neck gradually, and slowly yanked her night gown off her body. She wasn't putting on a bra, only the panties that he took off.
She felt something hard nudge her stomach, and she laughed rather sweetly. Furthermore, she touched the erected d·ck and gently helped him take his belt off.
The sound of the rain made it more passionate. Ethan slowly slipped his finger into her wet pu$$y, and she gasped in delight.
Slowly, he shoved his hand in and out of her. She was already unclad, and lying on the bed while he was on top of her.
Spanking her soft butt, he took in one of her Ni*pple into his mouth and sucked on it like his life depended on it.
“F… F***!” Valerie moaned.
Ethan continued sucking on her boobs, and then took in the other n*pple. Suddenly, he stopped and stared and whispered. “How much do you want me?”
It was written all over Valerie's face that she wanted him. Breathing hard, she replied. “I want you much more than you expect. Please f*** me!”
On hearing that, he kissed her cheeks and then slipped his erected manhood into her wet hole. She moaned softly as it was shoved in and out.
The orgasm climaxed as he rode on her madly. He continued slamming in and out of her as moans filled the room.
At the Davison's villa, the next morning, Valerie and Ethan were still fast asleep with their hands wrapped around each other's body.
From the balcony, the sun rays directly to Ethan's eyes, he slowly opened his eyes. Firstly, his vision was blurry.
He noticed someone beside him, and quickly jerked up from the bed. He mouthed. “Valerie?”
“How did this…?” He didn't finish his statement as the incident last night rushed into his head.
He actually made out with his baby mama last night. That has always been his dream… probably a dream come true.
Stroking her hair gently, he kissed her chubby cheek as he stared at her while she slept peacefully.
Then, he thought. “I'm a step away from confessing my feelings to her. But, what exactly happened last night? Why couldn't I get a hold of myself?”
Likewise, Valerie, who was still asleep, felt a warm breath on her face. She opened her eyes gently, and found Ethan staring at her. She jerked up from the bed and looked at her body through the surrounding duvet. Learning that she was naked, she gasped in shock.
“What… What happened, sir?” She asked anxiously as tears circulated her eyes.
Ethan smirked. “Isn't it obvious that we had something together?”
“Oh, my f****** gosh! How did this happen? I'll go back to my room now!” She wrapped herself with the duvet and rushed out of the room.
Valerie stormed into her room, and slammed the door noisily. For some reason, she felt like what she did was wrong.
“What is wrong with you, Valerie? He has a girlfriend, why would you lay with him? But why can't I recall what happened?” She cupped her aching head, groaning softly.
Without hesitation, she rushed into the bathroom and dipped herself into the water filled bathtub.
“He made love to me! Oh, my God! How do I show my face to him again?” She cried out.
Meanwhile, Rebecca was still fast asleep by the staircase, where she had lost consciousness. The servant who was responsible for cleaning the mansion sighted her. “Isn't that Miss Rebecca?”
Immediately, she dropped her bucket and rushed to her. She tapped her gently. “Miss Rebecca. Miss Rebecca.”
Breathing heavily, Rebecca yawned tiredly and opened her eyes. “What are you doing in Ethan's room?”
“President Ethan's room?” The confused servant asked anxiously.
“Don't you know what privacy is?” Rebecca, who wasn't fully awake, continued scolding.
The servant replied. “But you're not in President Ethan's room, Miss Rebecca. You're lying by the staircase with her palm bleeding from a piece of broken glass.”
“Staircase?” Rebecca flung her eyes open, and jumped up from the ground.
A gasp escaped her mouth. She was still dressed in her flimsy nightie. Covering herself up, she turned to the servant. “No one must know about this. Scram.”
The servant nodded and rushed off immediately. Panting hard, Rebecca stared at the broken glasses on the ground. She was perplexed. “Why am I lying on the ground instead of Ethan's room? Does this mean that we didn't make out last night?”
That was when she started feeling pains in her palm. She had a big cut on her palms from the broken glass. Sluggishly, she walked upstairs and straight to Ethan's room.
Rebecca, who still needed many answers, walked into Ethan's room to find him combing his curly hair in front of the mirror.
“Good morning.”
Ethan smiled broadly. She hasn't seen him this happy after his ex-girlfriend's death. “Morning, Becca. I trust you slept well, right?”
“I think so.” She mumbled.
She was still summoning the courage to speak when she sighted something on the ground, beside the bed.
Without hesitation, she walked to the bed corner and picked it up. It was panties.
“Ethan. What is this?”