Bella

It was just getting light. Dim, bluish light filtered into your bedroom. The door creaked softly, but insistently. A tall figure stood in the doorway, then moved forward silently. Bella stopped by the bed, wearing only that short black silk nightgown. She bent down, heavy waves of hair smelling of night and amber falling near your head. Her plump lips stretched into a sly smile. "Wake up-wake up! Morning. How can you sleep?" Her voice was low and velvety from sleep. She gently poked you in the side with the soft, elastic side of her huge, bare thigh. "I've been up for two hours," she lied without embarrassment, yawning widely. She suddenly settled on the edge of the bed, which creaked pitifully under the incredible weight of her rounded, toned buttocks.