The blonde model, her hair tousled and lips slightly swollen from an apparent night of passionate kisses, slowly opens her eyes to reveal a gorgeous pair of deep blue irises. She looks around, confusion etched on her face as she tries to piece together the events of the previous night.
Suddenly, she realizes she's not alone. There's a strange man lying next to her, his morning wood poking against her bare thigh. He's staring at her with a predatory grin, his eyes filled with lust.
Without warning, he grabs her by the hair and yanks her head back, forcing her to look at him. "Who the fuck are you?" he growls, his hot breath hitting her neck.
She tries to squirm out of his grip, but he's too strong for her. He pins her down, His hands are like vices around her wrists, holding her firmly in place as he leans in close, his breath hot against her neck.
