Caprice rose as quietly as possible.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she turned to look at Chris. He seemed to be sleeping soundly. His toned chest rose and fell with regularity. His manhood on the other hand, was already wide-awake at this early hour of the morning. His spear was standing boldly to attention.

Caprice LaCroix sighed longingly and glanced at the alarm clock. She’d actually planned on rushing home, showering, and throwing on a new outfit before driving to work. But the thought of her job faded into the background the longer she indulged in the view of the naked sleeping man next to her. She had met him the night before at the opening of a new lakeside bar in Hamburg’s exclusive Alster district. Chris was a thrusting and successful realtor. From the very first moment, he’d had a captivating effect on her that made her go weak in the knees.

Sure, at first she had been busy running through her repertoire of questions to assess her prey. And he'd already let slip the names of a few famous clients, something that made her think he'd make a good informant in the future. It hadn't taken her long to discover the best way to make him talk just as much as she wanted. Although that soon stopped as soon as they got back to his penthouse. Once through the door, he had set about ravaging her with wholehearted concentration.

At the mere thought of how he’d pushed her short skirt up and her tiny panties aside in order to lick her standing up, Caprice immediately became wet again. What had followed afterwards in the bedroom, had felt like something bordering on the spiritual, even to an experienced woman like Caprice. Chris had been a glorious lover — he knew all the tricks in the book and used them to fuck her senseless.

It was still dark outside and the little nightstand lamp had bathed the sleeping hunk’s skin in a soft light.

I’ve still got a bit of time for a quick fuck, Caprice thought and leaned over him.

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