"Grace, at least you, you know how to take pleasure in yourself!."

She cries out to herself, as she hears us moan in pleasure.

Andrew and I fall on the bed panting, breathing so fast and very exhausted.

We glare at each other and hit our hands together. Like a clap and fall back, smiling.

She moves to my kitchen, then she mistakenly pushes a lid, it falls on the floor making some loud sound.

"Oh, no!. I don't want to disturb!."

She holds her mouth in fear.

Andrew and I shudder at the loud sound.

"I think someone is in!."

We instantly get down from the bed.

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