The woman I picked up earlier on the street is lying on my bed and sleeping soundly.
Until just a few minutes ago, the woman was yelling at something, surrendering herself to the exhilaration brought about by the sex.
But as soon as the alcoholic drowsiness crossed the watershed, she fell asleep like someone turned her off.
Once again, I stare at her young body.
She has no excess flesh and her flat belly rises and falls thin with every sigh of hers.
But what really catches the eye is her bountiful breasts.
Two beautiful bulges that fit tightly in your clothes. The deep valley between them draws your eyes.
My lower body, faithful to my desires, has a fever and seems to burst at any moment.
While trying to soothe my sexual desires that were about to run out of control, I slowly grope her body so as not to wake her up...
