It was already nearing noon when Rozarria woke up, and the first thing she noticed was . . . the aching of her body, especially the soreness and swelling of her vagina.
It was strange, her limbs were weak, and she couldn't move, and yet she was . . . happy? Refresh? Light?
It was a long time when she had an orgasm that she almost forgot the feeling. She felt the dump mattress beneath her. She didn't know she could come so much. Rather . . .
She glanced at the man who was sleeping beside her so soundly, arms scooping her in his embrace.
He is . . . incredible.
She didn't know a cock could come so many times like the one he had.
"Good morning."
A groggy voice rang in her ears, which, for some reason, caused her heart to thumped more than usual. Reclaiming her calm, she greeted back, looking straight onto his ashen blue eyes.
"Good morning."
