The next morning, when Alessia woke up, Marco was long gone.

She glanced around the room, then down at the bed, and finally pulled the sheets up a bit to see she was dressed in a big white shirt with nothing underneath.

Seeing her nakedness, the memories of last night finally came flooding in.

A gasp left her lips when she remembered Marco finger fucking her and eventually fucking her with his cock.

“Oh no, what have I done?!” She yelled and pushed the covers away, wanting to rush over to the bathroom.

Tears began to pool in her eyes again as all images began to appear freshly in her...