The morning of the twelfth chapter dawned with golden sunlight streaming through the cabin windows, illuminating Sophia’s exhausted yet radiant form. She lay sprawled across the large bed, her long raven hair tangled wildly across the pillows. Her full, perky boobs rose and fell with each breath, the soft flesh covered in a map of dark hickeys, bite marks, and faint remnants of dried cum from the previous night’s intense session. Her nipples were still puffy and sensitive, standing out like dark cherries against her skin. Lower down, her smooth-shaven pussy was visibly swollen, the pink folds glistening with a constant leak of her juices mixed with Charly’s cum. Her thighs bore faint bruises from his gripping hands, and her ass cheeks still showed the faint red outlines of his possessive spanks. The black lace bra, now little more than a cum-soaked rag, lay discarded on the floor beside the bed.