Lance woke up the next morning to find himself face down, weak and hungry. He blinked his eyes a few times to adjust them to the rays of sunlight filtering through the slightly open windows. Just then, a wet and naked Cara walked past and then stopped short to stare at him.

"Hmm. You're awake," she said, smiling at him as she dried herself with a towel in front of him. When she spread her legs to enable her dry her inner thighs and her crotch, he felt his dick stir.

"You almost killed me last night," he complained weakly, his mouth half-covered by the sheets. "My dick still hurts."...