His hands continued moving around my naked body.
His c**k thrusting mercilessly inside me.
Moans...filling the room.
Slippery sounds of our lips as our tongue fought for dominance.
While high on drugs.
It all kept flashing in my head as if it was a dream. A dream which happened a few hours ago.
I opened my eyes, gently itching my heavy eyes, trying to get back a clear vision, which I had after a few seconds, and there, hit by the blinding sun from the window.
I gently starched my bones, slowly moved out of the covers on me.
"You are awake."
"Ah." I gasped when I heard that deep morning voice. He walked out of the bathroom, a small towel around his neck and this natural expression he was wearing which somewhat looked sexy.
His body too was calling out to me. He was f*****
