Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the large bed.
Brandon was sitting against the headboard, completely naked.
His back rested comfortably against the cushions as Freya sat on his lap.
She leaned back against his chest, her voluptuous body molding perfectly against him.
Her heavy breasts rested in his hands as he gently squeezed and played with the soft flesh, rolling her nipples between his fingers, and occasionally giving them a firmer squeeze.
Freya let out a throaty chuckle, and her blonde hair spilled across his chest as she relaxed fully into his touch.
"Mmm… you really do love playing with them, don't you? Not that I'm complaining. Your hands feel wonderful in the morning."
She turned her head slightly, pressing a lazy kiss to the side of his jaw as his fingers continued to squeeze and caress her breasts.
"Also... about General Scylla, are you really thinking of taking her as your third wife?"
