(Warning: This chapter contains a sexual scene. Harsh and brutal words. If you're not comfortable reading it kindly skip it and move to another chapter)
Twenty-six minutes later, there was a knock at Eric's door, and he rushed to open it. His delivery had arrived. Lyla was tall and slim with long, brown hair, medium-sized breasts, and cock-sucking lips. She had a trench coat in her right hand, swung over her shoulder. In her left hand, a pair of high heel sneakers hung loosely between her fingers. Otherwise, she was completely naked. She smiled softly, and in a sultry tone of voice, she said, "I'm here. Would you care to invite me in?"
"Lyla," Eric gasped. "It took you so long…."
Overcome by lust, Eric dragged her into the room, threw her onto the bed, and within a matter of seconds, he was as naked as she was. Eric jumped on top of Lyla, pinned her hands above her head, leaned forward, and bit her lip so that he could taste her blood on his tongue.
