Jax opened the door.
Inside was a woman. Maybe mid-thirties. Sitting or rather Riding on top of a man who looked around forty.
The man's face was something else. Eyes rolled back. Mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. Sweat dripping from everywhere. He looked like someone who had just run a marathon, lost, got beaten up, and then forced to run another one.
Both their bodies were hidden under a blanket. But the exhaustion on the man's face told the whole story.
When they spotted Jax standing at the door with a girl hanging from his arm, they panicked.
The woman screamed and jumped to the other side of the bed.
The man screamed louder.
"AHHH! MY—"
His voice cracked. Whatever was happening under that blanket before, the cock which was locked and of course in pain, her sudden escape made it ten times worse. His face twisted in pure agony.
Jax stood there. Confused.
