Nikolai rubbed his eyes, awoken by the warm morning sun shining through the open blinds. He rolled on his side, feeling a comfortable ache in his thighs and abdomen, the heat and softness he felt the night before still vivid.
"Nn, where am I?"
After he messed up and came inside... nothing could stop him, twice, thrice, they fucked all night and he finished in all her holes.
He reached out to the other side of the bed, only to find it empty and a little cold.
The woman's heat long since vanished from his side. He turned to the nightstand and saw a small covered breakfast still steaming hot and a letter leaning against the lamp. "I guess she left after that, but who was it?"
A painful throbbing stabbed at his head the moment he tried to remember her face. all that lingered was her smooth black hair, squishy flesh and sharp blue eyes watching him throughout the act.
