Some people wake up to the warm sun caressing their face; others are roused by the shrill sound of an alarm clock. I've experienced both, but I must admit, there's something uniquely enchanting about waking up to the scent of a beautiful woman's perfume.

This morning, I awoke enveloped in Hana’s fragrance, her fingers delicately tracing paths along my arm beneath the weight of heavy sheets. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I smiled at her, a mixture of surprise and delight coloring my tone. "What are you doing here?" Her response was a light-hearted giggle, tinged with a hint of insecurity. "You gave me the keys, silly. Did you forget?" she asked, her eyes searching mine for signs of unwelcome. I laughed off her concern, assuring her of her welcome presence, though a part of me pondered what her parents might think. To be honest, Hana's youthful appearance and demeanor hadn't prepared me for this mature, intimate encounter. Her experience in the delicate transition to adulthood was a mystery.

As we sat up in bed, our conversation deepened. I discovered Hana had secretly applied to a college in the city, aspiring to join one of the country's leading cinematography programs, all without her parents' knowledge. Our discussion meandered through her dreams and ambitions, favorite soundtracks, and films. I found myself drawn into an intimacy of conversation I had rarely experienced, attributing it to the vibrant enthusiasm of youth.

As Hana spoke, her body was partially uncovered, revealing the soft dimples adorning her back and the graceful curves of her athletic form. She was like a vine, entwining herself around me. Gradually, her kisses migrated from my shoulders to my neck as we talked about movies and the prospect of her staying in the apartment should she be accepted into her program. As the minutes passed, my desire grew. I found myself gently grasping her head, drawing her gaze back to mine.

"You made me a promise last night," she whispered, her eyes holding a mix of anticipation and challenge.

I swallowed her lips whole, making her tongue turn into mush as I suckled on it. She closed her eyes as I shifted our bodies, making her lie down on the bed as I grabbed her nipple with eager lips. Her legs, wide open, gave me the perfect positioning to start working my fingers into her … although her outer lips were smooth and incredibly soft, they betrayed the wetness and warmth of her insides.

I positioned my left hand and entered her with my middle finger and ring finger, the other fingers on the side, lifting her petite waist and hips as I moved up and down, stimulating her g-spot with a wet rythmical sound, with every movement, deeply entrenched inside her tight cunt.

She didn’t last long …

Her orgasm felt like goosebumps being transferred from her body to mine, she moaned and squeaked as beads of sweat pearled down her face, her eyes on the irresistible motion of my hands. Her wetness went from spit to a viscous syrupy feeling … She gathered her senses and flipped over reinserting my cock in her mouth, working me with a passion that I knew would probably make me cum in seconds if I didn’t stop her.

I pushed her off, shoved her face down on the bed and lifted her hips so they faced my cock. I had never entered a cunt so easily, despite my length and girth in her tiny tight asian pussy, she took it and moaned increasingly louder as I pushed deeper pumping her at a steady pace. Our bodies were so completely locked that I resisted my orgasm to internalize her absolute sexiness and lust in the moment.

Inevitably I warned her that I was close …

“ Inside of me” She pleaded, I flipped her around as she elevated her cunt spreading her hole open. I pulled out and worked my cock inches from her cunt, until my cum started spilling into her. Once I was done, I entered her again sinking into the lake of milky seed that I had deposited.

Hana left the apartment later that day with a smile and a kiss and it would be weeks till I’d see her again. I was mowing the lawn outside my house and saw the Kims come out of the house, both parents at her side, they looked rather focused and for once rarely didn’t greet me their eyes darting to see if anyone had noticed them.

Hana sat in the car and as our eyes met she mouthed the words “I’m pregnant” with a smile. My jaw dropped but I couldn’t help but wink at her knowing that this was probably the start of a heckuva journey … I mouthed back

“Come over tonight”