Inside the carriage, some wicked acts were underway.
Jax sat on the cushioned seat. And on his lap sat Ava. Well, technically not sitting. Her hips were grinding in circles, rolling back and forth, riding his cock with a rhythm that had found its groove several minutes ago and had no intention of stopping.
A satisfactory moan escaped her lips with each rotation. Her expression was pure indulgence. The face of a woman who had waited for this and was savoring every second.
Jax grabbed her ass with both hands. Squeezed. Swished the flesh between his fingers. Each handful bouncing back into shape only to be grabbed again.
Ava unbuttoned her coat while still grinding. Peeled it open just enough for her tits to peek out toward Jax's face. Then she hugged him, pressing her bra-wrapped breasts directly onto his face until his vision was nothing but fabric and flesh.
"Celestine, mind unhooking my bra?"
