Luke's way of exploring the house was a little different.
First, he and Ginna were all around each other at the dining table, wrapped like lovers who was united after ages.
Their skin stuck together with a thin sheen of sweat that carried the faint salt of earlier heat, and the polished wood under her back felt cool against the fever of her body.
Only after Ginna went limp on the table, her thighs still quivering and the air thick with the musky scent of her release, did they change location and moved to the first room.
In the first room, Luke had spawned a bed and there, their second round began.
On the bed, Ginna checked the quality of the mattress with her back arched, front pressed and ass raised.
