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Lucas's pov:

The room was dark just like I had left it. Carefully finding my way to the bed, I slumped feeling too enervated to shower. Whirling on the bed inorder to balance myself, my hand found a dead end, resting comfortably on a soft flesh.

Soft and succulent.

Soft, succulent and round.

Soft, succulent and round with protuding titts.

I squeezed further, my eyes piercing through the darkness as I wanted to confirm when my pillows were this real and fleshy.

I heard a slight noise more like a muffled grunt, as a figure moved closer, clinging its arms around my chest. Suddenly, my heart fluttered as thrilling sensations brushed my skin, making my hand freeze at the moment upon realizing I was trapped and that my hand had found her breasts not pillows.

She snorted gently with a yawn releasing her warm breath on my face as her hands grasped my shirt tightly.

This has to stop, else I won't be able to hold back.

My hands searched hurriedly for the table lamp that's normally kep