MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE
I wondered, looking around the place.
The luxurious room was completely empty. A king-size bed with high posts, covered with white silk sheets hanging down, dominated the space, and the scent of orange filled the air.
Shivering, I quickly entered, rushing to the bed. The satin sheets weren’t warm, but a white quilted blanket on the armchair caught my attention. I grabbed it quickly, casting a glance around.
The bungalows for couples were better. Much better!
I wrapped myself in the blanket, tearing off the wet dress that chilled my body. I threw it on the floor, and without thinking much, took off my panties, seeking comfort—I truly needed all of this, I thought to myself.
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