-Harper-
I woke up with a pounding head, Sahara desert in my throat, and photophobia. I hissed as the bright, sharp, and warm sunlight pierced my skull through my closed eyelids, trying to blow my head apart from the inside. Every movement added to my suffering, not to mention the repulsive smell coming straight from my mouth.
What the hell was I drinking last night? I thought as I tried to wet my chapped lips with my equally dried tongue, damn hangover. I groaned as I rolled in bed, turning my back to the light. As much as my head thanked me for the rescue, my v****a screamed at me to stop abusing her.
I hissed again as my thighs rubbed together, irritating my sore folds. I scrunched my face and slipped my hand between my legs, discovering my very naked, very sticky, and very worn-out
