I woke up early in the morning and turned over in bed. The bed was warm but Lorenzo wasn't there. His spot on the bed was empty and I felt a cool breeze blow.

I sighed. He had left early in the morning through the window. I knew it because I always shut the window every night.

I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling. My pussy still tingled from the way he fucked me last night. I could still hear his voice whispering dirty things in my ears, telling me how good I felt and asking me if he made me feel immense pleasure.

I soon got up...