Lyla
When I woke up, I could already tell it was morning.
I barely remembered the drive home from last night, too exhausted from my time inside of the red room and being strapped up in that swing. All I did remember was Rashid carrying me up the stairs and tucking me in while making sure I was still alive.
Of course, I jokingly wanted to tell him if I died in my sleep, I wouldn't care. Not after that kind of mind bending pleasure he had put me through. I could die happily knowing my last experience was Rashid cumming so hard he forgot to pull out of me.
Curling up on my side, I pressed my thighs together at the memory of his c*m dripping down my quivering legs. It'd been so hot. I never thought I'd be the kind of girl that had a breeding kink, but here I was.
My eyes popped open. I
