twenty-four
Bare-chested and with nothing on his feet, Archer was still buckling his jeans as he hopped across the room to open the front door. Nya scarcely had the chance to scramble off the bed to snatch his tee shirt before he was opening it. In true Archer style, he anticipated her need for time and didn’t let their visitors in straight away.
She pulled the tee shirt over her head and leaped to her feet. His seed was still warm and wet inside her. The bed was a mess. The stench of s*x permeated the air and she had no way to ventilate the room, so there was no denying what they’d just done. The only part of the skylight that opened was in the bathroom and even that had to be done with a long hook-ended pole kept in there, hardly subtle.
Hunting in her top drawer for panties, she leap
