Outside the window, it began to rain. Raindrops rustled the leaves outside the house. Irene gradually regained her consciousness as the noises tapped against her eardrums.
"What happened? How did I fall asleep?" she thought. A familiar breath tickled the tip of her nose. Only then did she realize that her limbs were tightly entangled with him like the tentacles of an octopus. In the past, he always liked to hold her in this way to sleep. She thought that she was still in a daze. She couldn't help but touch his face gently.
His aquiline nose was outlined on an impeccable silhouette, and the lines of his chin were exceptionally angular. She was shocked out of her daze at once. What happened?
She went there to collect his sperm. How did she end up falling asleep? Most importantly, how did she fall asleep in the arms of this disgusting man?
