My eyes lazily skimmed over her form beside me. She held on tightly to the hem of the duvet over her chest, trying miserably to cover her breasts.

I should have told her to leave but I couldn't bring myself to do so. The image of her beneath me. The way her heart beat fastly against my chest.

Her plea.

Her moans.

And her wet, slick cunt when I thrust into her.

They all surfaced in my head, making it hard for me to see anything else. The ceiling suddenly turned to mist and her naked body ...