It was past 1 AM when I finally pushed open the door, carrying several heavy luxury shopping bags filled with today's spoils from shopping with “二代”.
After entering, I didn't say much and went straight into the bathroom. The hot water washed away my fatigue and grime, but I lingered for a long time, lost in thought listening to the sound of the water. Outside the frosted glass, the bedroom light was still on. He was waiting for me, but I really had no energy to deal with him.
“二代” had been messing with me in the nightclub restroom for a long time to make up for losing face in the afternoon. He must have taken something; his cock was as hard as a red-hot iron rod, pounding me until I cried out, and my lower belly still aches faintly.
I just wanted to soak quietly by myself.
After washing up and coming out, the bedroom was already dark, with only his phone screen glowing faintly. He seemed to be asleep, snoring lightly. I quietly climbed into bed, curled up with my back to him, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
At 8 AM, the sunlight woke me. The space beside me was empty; I turned over and dozed off again.
I finally woke up at noon. I got up slowly and went into the bathroom to sit on the toilet. The dirty laundry basket nearby was piled with last night's clothes, reeking of smoke and alcohol. That rose-red lace panties had been tossed on top, with visible traces of discharge on the crotch.
That's strange; I distinctly remembered stuffing the panties at the very bottom last night.
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