Knock. Knock.
Priyank stirred in his sleep at the sound of knocking on the door. He was usually a light sleeper, or perhaps it was due to his insomnia; he rarely slept longer than four hours.
His eyes fell on Priya, practically clinging to him like a koala bear, her face nestled against his chest, her lips grazing his n*****s through his shirt.
Priyank observed her, noticing how his shirt dwarfed her, revealing her cleavage and thighs, while barely concealing the rest. Half of her backside peeked out from her panties.
‘This girl,’ Priyank sighed. He had aptly given her the name Angel; even in her sleep, she exuded seductiveness without effort.
Exposed like this and sleeping so innocently, it was almost comical how her lips grazed his n****e, reminiscent of a baby seeking milk.
"Sir."
