Catch your breath first

As you stare at Hank recovering next to you, you know that you should get up now and rush over to Blue's suite.

But when you tell your body to move, to get up off the bed and leave Hank's hotel room, it doesn't respond. You feel just as drained as Hank looks right now. You groan, trying to muster all your will to get your body to move, but it's not use. The puddle of thick, hot cum grows between your thighs as you lay there, trying to force yourself to escape the soft, warm embrace of the bedsheets.

The longer you lay there, the more you realize that you're slowly losing the battle against the bed's promise of a wonderful nap to get your energy back. You shut your eyes just for a moment, meaning to gather your strength again to get up in a minute.

The moment you close your eyes, the bedsheets win.