**Previously:** I travelled to Sicily to meet a Snapchat hookup for some real life fun. I told my girlfriend I’d gone to London on business, but my phone’s GPS gave away where I was after I forgot to turn it off. My cover story proved ineffective, as a friend of ours had been able to prove my e-mail came from here too. Now, she wants answers…
**TL;WTS?** Not very far away. Just read on… ;)
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As quickly as it had arrived, it was all about to be over. The third and final day of my illicit Sicilian adventure was upon us. This afternoon, I would have to fly home to face the very angry music.
I was woken from my sleep by the feeling of my cock being sucked into a warm, wet opening. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I sat up. To my left, her ass poked invitingly in the air. My eyes scanned slowly rightwards as her arched back disappeared under the covers, and finally to where the sheet moved up and down as her head bobbed beneath it. I wished I could have this kind of alarm every morning, and lay my head back onto the pillows, feeling my cock stiffen in her mouth as I enjoyed my wake up call.