The morning sunlight streamed in, bathing the room with a golden warm glow, highlighting Lucian and the beautiful woman sleeping naked in the bed. The bed was a mess with many places still having dark spots of dried cum remaining from their night of sex.
Lucian lay on the bed with his arm wrapped around Lyra's voluptuous body. His hand cupped her plump breast, fingers sprayed across the soft flesh. Even in sleep, he seemed unwilling to let go of her bountiful tits.
Lyra's ravan-black hair was tousled, spread across the pillow. Her rosy lips, swollen from countless kisses, were parted slightly as she breathed softly. Her body had the marks of Lucian's bites — hickeys adorned her neck and breasts, and light bruises from his spanks on her chubby asscheeks.
As the sunlight fell on his face, waking him up, Lucian stirred slowly. His crimson eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the morning light.
