Bruno stirred awake as sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow.
He blinked groggily, feeling disoriented for a moment. Then it hit him—it was morning already. He sat up abruptly, rubbing his face as the memories of last night flooded back into his mind. He glanced to the side of the bed and noticed, with a heart-wrenching feeling, that Beauty still wasn't there.
His chest tightened with guilt.
He recalled how he had dozed off right after she pleasured him. He sat up, running a hand through his hair, disappointed in himself for being so selfish.
How could I have just fallen asleep like that without returning the favor? He felt terrible for leaving her hanging, especially after how intimate and vulnerable the moment had been.
He cursed under his breath, swinging his legs off the bed and reaching for his phone on the nightstand.
As he grabbed it, a folded piece of paper beneath it caught his attention.
It was a note.
With a frown, Bruno unfolded it and read the neat handwriting:
"Room 56."
His heart raced. That didn't make him feel any better.
She must've dropped her room number for him to pleasure her last night, hoping he would wake up at midnight.
His virgin ass slept through the entire night!
"Not your fault; that stuff was amazing! What the hell was that?"
A voice rang in his head.
Bruno waved it off and quickly dialed her number, hoping to hear her voice, but it rang and rang with no answer.
Anxiety clawed at him.
Is she upset with me? he wondered, pacing the room, the phone still pressed to his ear.
Each unanswered ring made him more uneasy.
"Come on Beauty, please pick up," he muttered, feeling his panic grow.
What if she thought I didn't care?
What if she was hurt?
She had said he only wanted her because he was horny. What if she assumed she was right after all?
He couldn't bear the thought that she might be upset because of him.
"I have to see her," he said to himself and dashed into the bathroom to shower.
Staring down at his shaft, he could only picture Beauty kneeling in front of him, staring at him with those eyes, and singing with his microphone.
"Now I'm fucking losing my mind!"
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Few minutes later
Bruno stood outside Beauty's room, his hair still damp and heart pounding as he knocked on the door.
He waited impatiently.
After a few moments, he heard soft footsteps approaching, and the door creaked open.
There she was.
She was wearing comfy satin red shorts that hugged her thick thighs, showing off her smooth skin and curvy hips.
And the low-cut satin crop top gave a generous view of her D-cup breasts, her nipples pressing against the fabric, which rested just above her belly button, revealing a hint of her rounded stomach.
Her hair was loosely tied back, with a few strands framing her face, giving her an effortlessly sexy vibe.
Bruno's eyes lit up at the sight of her.
"Bruno?"
Beauty interrupted his thoughts, but before she could say anything else, Bruno stepped forward and lifted her into his arms.
Beauty was shocked and excited too.
That was the first time someone had done that to her as an adult.
It made her nervous that he might drop her, and she was also stunned by how strong he was.
He put her down on the bed and hovered above her.
"Bruno, what are you—"
Bruno kissed her deeply, and after releasing her and leaving her speechless, he started to apologize.
"Baby, I'm so sorry about last night," he said, his voice almost pleading. "I was so selfish. I swear, I'll make it up to you. Just let me—"
Beauty raised a hand, trying to stop him.
"Bruno, it's okay, really—" she began, then it hit her.
Did he just call her baby?
Suddenly, she found him dropping to his knees and pressing his face gently against her thick thighs.
What is he doing! I have to stop him. What if I smell bad!
Beauty panicked as he flicked his tongue over the satin fabric, the brush of the fabric with the wetness of his tongue... made her longing clit twitch with joy at this strange sensation, sending shivers all over her body.
"Bruno..."
She whimpered.
"Let me make you feel good too," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin.
Beauty's face flushed, her clit throbbing harder.
Hell yeah, she wanted him to rip the satin shorts off and tongue-fuck her.
She had never experienced that, not once, and Bruno looked very capable and experienced.
However... this wasn't the right time.
She glanced nervously toward the bathroom, knowing her friend was in there and could come out at any moment.
"Bruno, wait—I haven't even taken my bath."
"Really? Yet you smell amazing. I'll pull these shorts off... I want to eat you now," he said huskily.
Beauty's breath caught in her throat. Before she could stop him, the bathroom door swung open.
Her friend, Nia, stepped out, only to be greeted by the sight of Bruno on his knees, his face buried in Beauty's thighs, both of them frozen in place.
There was a long, awkward pause as the three of them stared at each other, Beauty's face burning with embarrassment. Bruno slowly pulled back, his face as red as hers.
Nia raised an eyebrow, trying to suppress a smirk.
"Well, I wasn't expecting this kind of pre-party entertainment," she teased, sending a wink in Beauty's direction.
"I should probably erase myself from this room," Nia added.
Beauty sighed, covering her face with one hand, while Bruno was still frozen on top of her.
"Nia..." Beauty started, but her friend just waved it off with a laugh.
"You two better hurry up and get ready. The party won't wait," she said, disappearing back into the bathroom, leaving them both standing there, awkward and flushed.
"Nia, we are not going to do anything!"
Beauty yelled.
Bruno lifted his face from her thighs, only to bury it in her bosom.
Beauty looked at him, unsure whether to tell him to suck on them or to get his face off her.
"You... you didn't give me a reply about my... request," he murmured, his face still buried between her breasts.
"Lift your face up; I can't hear you," Beauty replied, a bit amused.
She couldn't help but caress his hair.
He's acting like a baby. Oh, Bruno...
I wonder if he's had his face in other women's boobs too?
Well, for a man like him... of course, he must have had a lot of body counts.
That thought ruined her mood.