Quinn drained the last of his hot chocolate.

His cheeks still ruddy from their afternoon on the slopes.

Daria patted across the hardwood floors to where Quinn sat in one of the wingback chairs.

She stood in between Quinn's legs. The early evening sun was pouring through the window.

I'm glad you convinced me that we should stay at the lodge, she said, closing her eyes as Quinn's

hand slid up and down her back.

It's so convenient.

I told you.

Quinn stood up.

He took hold of her chin and tilted her face upwards.

His brown eyes had a devilish glint to them,

and the dimples that appeared in his cheeks as he smiled made Darius swoon as they always did.

Quinn, she gasped, as he picked her up suddenly and carried her over to the four-poster bed.

He tossed her onto the center of it and started to undress.

Darius stared as he pulled off his sweater and thermal long-sleeved top,

revealing his tanned, toned abs that rippled as he moved. She crawled to the edge of the bed,

and reached for his pants, unbuttoning them quickly. Quinn kicked off his pants and then slid off his underwear. His cock sprang free, half hard and bobbing in front of Darya's face. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into two low braids. Quinn watched as she leaned forward and slowly sucked every inch of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flattened against

his shaft, suctioning against him as she bobbed her head up and down. Quinn moaned as she

sucked him, gently stroking her face. Daria pulled away so that the head of his cock popped from her lips.

She started to suck on just the head, running her tongue across it and covering it and drool.

She knew how Quinn liked it after five years of dating.

Fuck, come here, said Quinn finally, moving on to the bed.

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