In the quiet of the morning, Mira Monroe stretches languidly, her body aching for something—no, someone. Jay Rock. She tiptoes to his room, finding him asleep, his cock tenting the sheets. She climbs onto the bed, straddling him, rubbing her wet, bare pussy along his length. He stirs, waking up to her taboo temptation. "Mira," he groans, "we can't." But she silences him with a kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as she grinds against him, her tits pressing into his chest. He surrenders, flipping her over and burying his face in her pussy, lapping up her juices as she moans, ready to sin before the sunrise.