When they finally collapsed and passed out, Karla had no idea, but the fragrant aroma of brewing coffee teased her sleepy eyelids awake. She stretched, her muscles begging to stay still just a while longer. The best part of waking up was the fact that she could still feel Mitch in her p***y.
And she relished it.
She had to admit, she had wild nights before, s****l exploits and brazen adventures, but none with someone who wanted more from her. She rolled over, running her hand over Mitch's empty pillow. He didn't just want between her legs, he wanted… All of her.
But could she give him what he asked for?
She forced herself out of bed and into the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth with her finger. Noise from the kitchen enticed her and she slipped on one of his old T-shir
