Zillon woke up in a room that did not belong to him, but it didn't take him long to realize where he was.
He was laying on Celeste's bed, covered in her sheets, dying happily in her scent. Last night was a blast that he'd never forget; the fresh smell of her desperation, her sweat and even her c*m.
He had never experience such a pleasurable night in his life. Everything was in place, every move, every moan she made pleased him greatly. He could still remember how tight she locked around him, how warm, how heavenly she had felt.
Goddess, she was everything he needed, she had hugged him so tight, pulled him so close, clawed his back and cried out his name so many times.
It was maddening in a way he couldn't explain. A good way, a way that was gratifying.
Breathing in, his arm that was a
