The first thing Sky felt was the soreness as the sunlight hit her face like an unwanted kiss, pulling her from the depths of unconsciousness.
She groaned softly, her lashes fluttering as she rolled over, her body immediately protesting with soreness in every f****d-out muscle.
Her thighs stuck together, slick. Her p***y throbbed, raw, overstretched, and leaking.
Even the air felt too sharp against her bare skin, especially her n*****s, which were painfully hard from the cold air conditioning.
“Ugh…” she mumbled, rubbing at her crusted eyes, yawning as the silk sheets brushed over her abused, still-sensitive breasts.
One n****e twitched at the contact, and her face twisted into a scowl. “Where the hell…”
This wasn’t her room.
This wasn’t even her building.
It was too luxurious. Too
