Chapter 70 Morning Passion

• It was raining heavily even at the break of dawn. The chirping of birds could be heard from a distance. The cold breeze was blowing in through the open window, flapping curtains away .
• Alana groaned in her sleep as she snuggled to the closest thing to her even more. She didn't want to wake up, especially with the cold weather.
• "Nice," she mumbled as her lips quivered upwards, unconsciously, her hand traveling down something hard and fleshy. She giggled in her sleep when she squeezed the hard flesh. It felt good, she didn't stop there but went down. Further down until her hand brushed against someone soft and hard. Was it a hard stick? Alana didn't know, she grabbed the long stick. It barely fit her small hands, but she wrapped her delicate fingers around it.