Yes love, Moan for me

Three weeks gone,

It was pouring heavily outside, meanwhile inside Brent's room, Tiffany was cuddled up in Brent's arm, as they were sound asleep, Her head placed on his chest, and their body danced in rhythm to their breathing.

It wasn't long before the sound of the blaring doorbell rang in the room, awaking both of them. Tiffany, who felt lazy to get up, pushed Brent to go check the door, he quickly grabbed his shirt and left the room.

Tiffany sat up after Brent left the room, her hazy eyes reaching for her phone, as she couldn't continue sleeping, not when her curiosity piqued to know who was on the door.

Her body ached as the result of their bedroom activity last night, she could barely reach for the phone, she sighed and returned to her normal position, waiting for Brent to return.

Just as she was about to lay down, Brent hurried movement into the room, woke her again, she sat up instantly and frowned, seeing Brent's worried expression.

“Who's that?”

“Your parents, they are here.