The next morning, sunlight poured through the tall windows of the mansion like liquid gold, warming the marble floors and the silk sheets still tangled from last night. Stiles woke up feeling something she hadn’t in years—happy. Her body felt light, satisfied, alive. The memory of Derek’s mouth on her pussy, the way he’d made her cum so hard she saw stars, replayed in her mind like the sweetest dream. She stretched, her big tits bouncing softly, nipples already perking at the thought of him. But then reality crept in. He was a burglar. A stranger. He’d left in the night, and she had no idea if she’d ever see him again. The happiness dimmed, replaced by a quiet ache.