Lending a hand to Monique

"Good morning, sleepyhead!"

Mark opens his eyes and sees Monique naked, showered, her hair still wet, dripping a sensual drop along the neck, passing through her small and beautiful breasts and emptying into her pussy. She is holding a tray of hot coffee and buttered toast.

"Did I die? I must be in paradise, because I see an angel in front of me."

She laughs, amused. "Stop being a conqueror! Let's eat."

Mark sits on the edge of the bed, and candidly, sweetly, she bites off a piece of bread and puts the rest of his mouth.

When they are finished, she removes the tray, comes back to him, and hugs him standing, pulling his head towards her breasts, lovingly. Caressing his head, she kisses his forehead.

"I really like you, sweet!"

"I like you, too, Monique."

"Do you want to spend the day with me? I have some things to do, but if you help me, I can finish them quickly."

"Sure, what can I help you with?"

"First, you have to take a shower. I was the one who got fucked yesterday, but it looks like you, you stink of cum, lol."

Mark can smell that she's right. "Then, could you be this kind boy you are and take my bedding to wash, please? With the intense activity of the last few weeks all the sheets and pillowcases are filthy with sweat and cum."

"Sure, why not."

After bathing, Mark collects all the bedding, which was really filthy, in the basket that Monique gives him, and leaves for the laundry.