N-No, not again…
In the middle of the night, a weight on his stomach wakes Chris.
He doesn't even need to open his eyes to know who it is.
It feels like déjà vu, but this time he knows she's not waking him to ask for help.
"Z-Zaira… please, I'm exhausted, and Isabelle said training starts tomorrow."
She looks down at him with a sulky expression, but Chris can't see it — her large breasts completely block his view.
She's straddling him, her bare thighs tight against his sides, wearing only a tank top — no underwear.
He can tell from the way her nipples press against the fabric, from the tickle of her soft hair, and from the wetness of her pussy against his abdomen.
"I promised you the main course tonight, right? After all these appetizers, I'd say it's finally time."
"Yeah, exactly… after four appetizers I'm full… and I'm tired too!"
