Harmony is a spirited young woman navigating the vibrant yet gritty world of a strip club, where she dances to support her dreams amidst the shadows of her past. Following the mysterious disappearance of the original owner, the club is abruptly take...
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Harmony Briseis Osabutey The Next Day | 03/28/21
Harmony's eyes fluttered open from the morning light shining on her face, and her heart raced as she jolted awake, a sudden awareness washing over her, only to be met with the unwelcome sensation of soreness shocking through her body.
She gingerly shifted, letting out a low groan before she took a moment to fully comprehend her surroundings and the events that had led her in the predicament.
Her focus shifted to the strong arm that was securely hooked around her waist, the strength of his muscle grounding her in place. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes landing on Torah, who was comfortably sprawled on his back with his face turned away.
"Oh god." She whispered, gasping with wide eyes after she glanced underneath the bedsheets on their bodies, the sight of their naked bodies shocking her.
Harmony carefully eased Torah's hand from around her waist, then she slid out of the bed, softly groaning from the ache in her legs and soreness in her vagina, and she made her way to the bathroom.
She turned on the shower before she hurried to the toilet to relieved herself. Flushing the toilet and stepping towards the shower, she paused in front of the foggy mirror, wiping away the condensation to get a clearer view of herself.
Her eyes widened when she noticed the dark hickies on her neck, then her attention drifted to the lifting edge of her wig while her swollen lips were on display.
She gathered her hair high atop her head, securing it with a ponytail holder as she took a deep breath, mentally shrugging off the lingering thoughts that had fought to cloud her mind when she stepped through the shower curtain. She sighed in relief when the hot water contacted her body, her eyes briefly fluttering shut.
She reached for the damp towel from the previous night, squeezing the men's body wash on it and making suds before she began to glide the towel across her body, scrubbing away more than just dirt. As the soap occupied her body, memories from the previous night went through her mind.
She reminisced about the way Torah kissed her entire body, the way he ate her vagina, licking and sucking every sensitive area that he discovered, the way he talked her through her orgasms and learned her body the entire night.
She found herself lost in memories, recalling the way his lips trailing across her skin, his lips kissing and sucking as they traveled down her body. The way he pleased her with his mouth, his tongue licking and sucking each sensitive area that he discover, some fairly new to her. The way he gazed deeply in her eyes while digging in her deep; the way his soft yet dominant voice guided her through her orgasms, or praised her when she satisfied him. She was officially sprung.
After finishing her shower, she stepped onto the black rug near the shower, reaching for the drying towel from the previous night, drying off her body before securely wrapping it around herself. Then, she moved to the shelf, where an unopened pack of bright, new toothbrushes sat neatly. She carefully peeled back the packaging and grabbed a spare toothbrush, standing before the mirror as she brushed her teeth and washed her face.
