Fortunately, she was more composed and had already hidden her soaked panties in her suitcase when he walked out the bathroom door, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Attentive as he was to his every move, it didn't escape her notice that his face was flushed and not just from the hot shower water, as she well knew. For the next few minutes, he didn't even make a move to look or speak to her, methodically rummaging through the suitcase with his back to her, even though he didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. To Charlie's surprise, the longer she watched him, the more that behavior seemed oddly familiar. Could it be... had this happened before? Had he ever masturbated near her without her ever realizing it? Spurred on by this new information about him, Charlie began to replay in her mind the times in the past that she had seen him with that same lost expression and those slightly rosy cheeks, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. Come to think of it, maybe the first

" Show me." he ordered, gripping the armrests tightly, aching with excitement. Looking overjoyed as she did so, Charlie stood up and turned her back on him, only to bend her spine forward as she parted her legs, letting him see every inch of the black fabric that covered her, especially the way he was completely covered. soaked, molding itself to the shapes of her vagina. Licking his lips, he moved his hand forward, absentmindedly playing with the small pockmarked mound of her swollen clit, making her sigh in pleasure. However, even though he knew she would love for him to simply move the ruined fabric to her side and start finger-fucking her, Morgan didn't. Instead, he began moving his index finger up and down, very lazily, letting her hot juices wet him, even beneath her panties. "Please…" Charlie gasped, looking at him over her shoulder as she rocked her hips against his hand, wanting to sink into her fingers. “I'm angry…” he commented, as he gently pinched her mound, making her

Charlie's dreams tended to be short and usually didn't make any sense. So when she found herself sailing in a canoe down a waterfall, surrounded by a flock of platypuses wearing red caps with yellow stripes, and suddenly a rolling pin came up and started poking her ass, she instantly woke up. Upon waking up and facing a totally unfamiliar room when opening her eyes, Charlie even felt disoriented for a few seconds, until she finally regained consciousness enough to remember that she was in a hotel room with Morgan... But if so, then why was the rolling pin from her dream still rubbing her ass? Confused and still with her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of the room, she started to turn over in bed, to see what the hell that hard thing was doing on top of the bed, poking her and why the hell it felt like there was something warm holding it- a, making it so difficult for her to move around freely... That's when she realized that Morgan, sound asleep, seemed to have turned over at

Instead, she felt him pull away in a frenzy, as if the side of her bed was on fire, presumably to pin himself against the wall again. For a moment, Charlie was even afraid that his labored breathing might mean he was having a panic attack or something, but luckily, after a few minutes, the room was silent again and she could feel her body. of Morgan relaxing on the other side of the bed, even though he was as far away from her as possible. However, after everything that had happened, she couldn't care. She had made him a promise that she would convince him to give the two of them a chance and that was exactly what she would do. Because of that, he could freak out and panic all he wanted. Although his body was totally relaxed and his eyes were heavy, Charlie only realized that he had fallen asleep when he woke up again, slowly opening his eyes to realize that his face was facing the bedroom's huge balcony, fully lit by the sun. Sun light. Sitting up slowly, her arms and legs still fee

“ Actually, the point is that they are not getting better. We do our best to keep the budget in the positive, but Vivian has accumulated a lot of debt over the years and unfortunately, the donations we receive do not cover all of the animals' expenses. Therefore, she ends up having to prioritize them, instead of paying the installments of the debts and now... " Charlie sighed, crestfallen " It seems that the creditors are being more heartless than usual. And we can't lose the ced... " she gasped, horrified " Where are we going to take another 100 different animals if that happens...?" “It's going to be okay, Charlie." He promised, stroking her hair. “Listen, you know Vivian a lot better than I do. Why don't you talk to her and convince her to accept a donation from me? We don't even have to pay everything if she doesn't feel comfortable. I'm sure paying off part of the debt will already be a great relief..." " I've already tried. But she doesn't want to feel like she's paying off one