Prologue

The man stared at the ceiling with his wicked yellow eyes, illuminated in the dark. He was pale, thin, toned, undressed, and covered half by blankets. It was quiet, save for the breathing in his ear from the woman attached to him.

The olive-skinned woman’s bare, ample breasts were pushed tight against his arm. She embraced him as she slept, a goofy smile on her face. She was warm and sweaty but still smelled lovely, like fruit.

The man failed to show expression to the ceiling he stared at, but he was happier than any other man for miles. Passion with this woman was something he didn’t expect five years ago, but he had a growing love for her since they first met.

It was their first time, but he believed he performed great for Naari. His hot love juice, a tremendous amount, filled her insides, and she passed out shortly after cumming.

He wished to take a shower, but it was hard for him to move. As if Naari had read his mind, she moved her smooth, coffee-toned leg across his waist. She had pinned him like a vice, and in turn, her pussy pressed against his thigh, giving him a hard pump of the heart.

“Just a bit longer,” Naari mumbled, half asleep. She slightly opened her orange eyes. “Sven. I request that next time ... You constrict my movement if it is not too hard to execute.”

“You want me to tie you up?” Sven asked.

“Please. Such a thing brings me excitement and arousal.” Naari ran her hand across Sven’s chest and kissed his neck.

“If you let me go, then I may consider it.”

Sven was released instantly. He hopped in the shower, soaking his body with hot water. He exited the bathroom, towel around his waist. Naari was standing naked before him, her eyes a brilliant purple.

“Sheena...”