Bab 99: Wrong Name (R-18)

Deep into the night, Hugo found himself outside her door again. 

Her body needed him, he thought, telling himself that he was saving her instead of his hard, hard, cock. 

It wasn't that Trina didn't knock on his door, but he really wasn't in the mood for women other than Khalifa at the moment. 

She locked the door, indeed, but fortunately for her, he could pick locks since he was five years old.

He carefully opened the door, quietly shutting it closed as his eyes landed on the unmoving figure on the bed. 

He made sure his steps were light, not wanting to disturb her prematurely. He entered the room and walked to her bed, eyes not leaving her the whole time.

He noticed that she had changed to another nightdress—the one he first saw her in.

Remembering her flushed face, was the previous one too warm for her?

She suddenly shifted in her sleep, making him flinch, and for a moment he thought she had woken up.