The Crow of the rooster had me opening my eyes precipitously, the rising sun casting a rosy hue across the morning sky, I turned to look out of the window and it was beautiful.
Birds chirping loudly and the morning weather, a little bit chilly, the sore between my legs reminding of the events of the previous night.
The morning was blissful, it represented hope of a new day, I was never the morning person, maybe the s*x got me in a really good mood
The limp body laying close to me, snoring loudly interpreting my thoughts, I excused myself, spanking his legs off from my body and picked up my bag, laying on the ground.
I took the bag really close to the window, as the reflection wasn't reaching the whole room, I passed by the mirror and gave myself a look over, I was glowing.
The pink ma
