I gradually opened my eyes to find myself lying in a tent. Beside me sat a figure. Realizing that I was awake, the figure exclaimed with thrill, “Flynn, you’re awake. Are you alright?”
It was Millie. With my throat dry as a bone, I couldn’t get a word out even if I wanted to. Millie brought a coconut shell of water to my lips.
“Have some water, Flynn.”
I reached out to grab the coconut shell but accidentally knocked it off Millie’s hands, splashing the water all over Millie’s clothes instead. Millie was wearing a white blouse and the water splatter made her clothes skintight and outlined the shape of her full bosoms. The drenched white blouse became see-through so much so I could see the rose-colored n*****s on her melons.
Unconsciously taking a gulp, I gawped at Millie’s bazookas.
