When the blinding morning light fell on Elvis's eyes, his long, sharp eyes paused for a second before they slowly opened. But Elvis was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him.
The soft tresses of Rosalind were attached to Elvis's face. Her closed eyes failed to hide the dark shadows underneath. Her clean face wasn't as charming as she used to be, but the softness made it hard for people to resist her.
Against his head were her soft and tight thighs. Elvis could smell her faint fragrance.
... Did she just let me sleep on her thighs overnight?
The blurred memories of last night gradually became clear. Elvis paused when he prepared to get up, and his expression seemed subtle. The half-dry towel slipped off his forehead along with his movements.
Elvis propped himself up on the grou
