Morning has come, and the soft pink light of dawn filters through the large window overlooking the veranda of the chalet bedroom where they decided to spend the night.
Outside, fresh snow has covered everything overnight, blanketing the rooftops and treetops in a thick layer of white.
Despite Axel insisting that they actually get some sleep after their evening of sex involving fruit and desserts, they ended up getting maybe three hours at most.
He had barely fallen asleep when he was suddenly woken by Melania's lips and tongue wrapped around his cock.
Melania rubs her eyes and slowly opens them as the morning light filtering through the drawn curtains brushes against her bare skin.
"A-Axel, my love... what happened...? And why are you dressed like that...?" she mumbles, still half-asleep.
