32. It wasn't a dream

Until Angela's long howl was heard loudly when for some time, the closing triangle underneath had opened and Rudolph's manhood sank into Angela's womanhood with a single beat.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh…" 

"Angela, wake up. Hey, wake up. What's wrong with you? Were you having a nightmare?"

Angela sat up in a panic and sweat profusely all over her body. Her breath hitched like someone running a marathon.

"Jacob," Angela was confused for a moment, didn't understand why she was still in Jacob's room? Hadn't she just woken up and gone to her own room?

"I… am I still here?" Angela muttered in a daze.

"Earlier you woke up but I just left you to go to the bathroom and you sleep again. Did you forget it?" Jacob furrowed his brows.

"I'm still here?" Angela really didn't understand. Does that mean it was just a dream? But why is it so real? Her whole body felt unbelievably sore.