In the luxurious setting Mrs Dalia's home, consistent smooching sounds resounded through the living room.
Thalia straddled Max over the long couch.
Their tongues were entwined, releasing a muffled 'hmmmm' as they savoured each other.
Max's right hand had a firm hold of Thalia's ass, massaging both cheeks through her jean bum-shorts while his left hand slipped underneath her baggy shirt, pressing hard against her back through skin contact.
Thalia also didn't hold back; she slowly grinded against the poking monstrosity through his pants, while holding both sides of his neck and roughly moaned into his mouth.
A moment of heated passionate desires.
It continued for a minute or two before they could no longer take it.
Max let go and raised up his arms. Thalia hungrily pulled it off, throwing it to the gods know where.
A split moment later she did the same, raising up her arms.
Max easily slipped off the shirt, swiftly revealing her cute twin fair boobs.
