The sunlight streamed through the opening of the hut, illuminating Jax's sweaty skin. He opened his eyes and saw Manaia still asleep beside him. He smiled and leaned over to kiss her on the forehead, noticing how her breathing was still ragged.
"Good morning…" —Jax whispered.
Manaia moaned softly and opened her eyes, recalling what had happened the night before. She blushed and lowered her gaze, nervously playing with her hands.
"I'm sorry… I fainted… I couldn't please you like I should have," —she said in a trembling voice.
"It's okay… today it's my turn," —Jax replied, caressing her cheek.
She arched her back, looking him in the eyes with desire, and slowly rose onto her knees. Her hands traced his torso as she unbuttoned her tribal leather blouse, leaving her large, firm breasts exposed, held by a small tribal bra.
"Then… let me start with a special breakfast," —she whispered with a mischievous voice.
