Are you drunk, or just nuts?

Of course she doesn’t. She walks to the bed, her short red dress hampering her moves in the small room, avoiding the condoms with her high stilettos. She grabs the bed sheet and pulls it hard, yelling at the hiding man.

She wasn’t thinking straight though. Her tight dress revealing her toned body, bending over showing her boobs, poor Hishem half-dazed by sleep, drugs and her shrill voice… he suddenly let go to put his hands on his ears protectively, disregarding another detail. He was buck nacked, his huge Arab cock now standing at attention.

That finally silenced her, and after a frozen shock, she stormed out of the room, followed by a horrified Tom.