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I wakeup with a start when I feel Carina jumping out of bed.
I blink the sleep away and focus my eyes on her.
She is bent over in front of me, pulling her panties up.
At the vision of her plump ass, I feel my cock punch through the sheet and roar back to life, but I ignore it.
“Babe, what you doing?” I ask, sitting up on the bed and barely stifling a yawn.
She turns around to look at me with something akin to panic in her eyes, and I immediately realize what was about to happen.
She counted on me remaining asleep, thus providing her with the perfect chance to sneak out of my place without having to face me.
I stand up and look down at her, pulling her to me.
She pushes away and leaves the bedroom with me hot on her heels.
“Carina!”
She ignores me and starts to gather her things. "I… I need to go, Derek. I'll give you a call, okay?"
I feel my eyebrows rise up. "Um, no? How about you sit down first, and we talk a bit, baby…"
She shakes her head. “No, I can’t. Not now, Derek.”
I walk toward her and feel her eyes run over my naked body as she swallows hard.
“Sweetheart, come on! Let’s sit down for a minute.”
She sighs. “Can’t you dress up first?”
I smirk at her. “I’m not shy.”
She giggles despite herself. “I thought as much… but if we have to talk wouldn’t it be better if you put that… that beast away?” she asks, pointing at my heavy and fully erected cock.
I chuckle. “Point taken… I’ll be right back.”
I step into the bedroom only long enough to put my boxers back on and grab a T-shirt from a drawer and then go back into the living room.
Carina is sitting on the sofa, putting her bra back on.
I mourn the loss of the sight of her gorgeous little breasts and pink cherry nipples, but I still throw her the T-shirt.
I might not be shy, but she is, no matter what she says, when we're not all over each other.
“Put this on, babe.”
She looks down at my T-shirt. “I have my dress…” she points with her chin at the floor where the silk wraparound is still lying abandoned in a heap.
“Yeah, but you don’t need it.”
“Whyever not?”
“Because you are not leaving,” I state, taking a seat beside her. I pick up the T-shirt from her lap and pull it down her head, gently freeing her mussy long brown hair from it as I smooth it down her body and help her arms into the sleeves.
She is so tiny she practically swims in this thing. The short sleeves slipping several inches down her elbows.
