The sun was mild that afternoon, spilling soft gold across the window of Donald suite.
Donald lips locked against Grace's lips.
She sat on the table, Donald in between her legs.
She gently took off his white starched shirt.
The sounds of their lips locking filled the room.
Donald carried her up as he laid her gently on the bed.
He took off her singlet gently, tracing his lips on her shoulder.
He kissed up to her nipples, and gently grabbed it with his lips.
"Donald..." Grace let out a soft moan as she arched her body.
Donald traced his fingers to her other nipples.
"Ouuuuuu" Grace sound filled the air. She felt something; she couldn't describe move down her spine.
Donald sucked gently on one nipples as he caressed the other one with his fingers.
He lifted his eyes, "You have no idea, you are intoxicating..."
He buried his face in the middle of her peaches. His fingers traced her her body. He gently unzipped her shorts.
