The sunlight poured in the window of Sammo Law's apartment. Fresh sea air wafted in the windows, and the sound of seagulls could be heard for miles around.

Deb was first to wake, slightly confused as to where she was.
"This isn't my apartment," she muttered to herself. "Did I actually go home with that cute Chinese cop?"

Rolling over in the bed, she found herself face to face with Sammo Law, who was snoring gently. The majority of the duvet was wrapped around his large frame, and Deb soon noticed both of them were completely naked, their clothes in a neat pile on the floor beside the bed. She gently kissed the tip of his soft, fat nose, and he smiled awkwardly at her.

She caught sight of the pile of hastily ripped open condom packets on the bedside cabinet and her eyes widened.
"How many times did we..." she trailed off, picking up an empty wrapper.
"Ten," came a voice from behind her.
She blushed and turned around, facing Sammo, who had propped himself up on his elbow. He was smiling widely, as though he'd just won the lottery.
"Stud," she said, still bright red.
"Tease," came Sammo's response as he reached over and wrapped an arm around Deb, catching her breast in the process and pulling her back towards him. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of her neck as she rubbed up against him, and held her close.

As she cuddled up to him, she could feel his morning glory pressing against her thigh. Something didn't feel quite right about it, however, so she stuck her hand down to investigate.
"I passed out after round ten," he said sheepishly, feeling her tugging at his erection.
Deb responded by gently pulling the used condom off and sitting in on top of the pile of wrappers. She made a mental note to tidy up later.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"Does what hurt?"
"Your winky. You did have that condom on it all night."
He shook his head, planting a kiss on her forehead.
"Ready for round twelve?" he asks.
"I thought this was round eleven?"
"The quickie in my car now actually counts as one. So technically I passed out after round eleven."
Deb let out a giggle as Sammo pushed the duvet off them and straddled her.
Reaching over onto the bedside cabinet, he picked up the last still-wrapped condom and ripped it open, pushing it down onto his still erect dick. Rolling his hips forward, he slowly pressed the tip into her before she stopped him.
"Sammo, do you have any...you know, lube?"
Sammo frowned.
"It's just I'm not...well..."
Nodding, he carefully reached over into the top drawer of the bedside cabinet and pulled out a small blue bottle. Opening it up, he poured some of the clear liquid out, coating his penis in it and wiping the excess on his thigh.
"You ready now?"
She nodded, and he pushed forward into her nether regions without a second thought. He slid in, perfectly. Their eyes met as she wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him in deeper. He responded by gently kissing her nose.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked, thrusting against Deb who wriggled slightly underneath him.

No response. Just soft, breathy sighs of contentment.

Sammo took that as meaning that she was indeed comfortable. After all, they'd already fucked eleven times before that. Surely this time was not any different? Well, maybe the last ten times had been different than the first, because the first time they'd fucked had been in the front of Sammo's car. He shook his head a little, to try and clear his thoughts. It was bad to think during sex, yet here he was, worried he wasn't making her comfortable.

His thoughts were interrupted by his companion moaning softly and holding onto his broad shoulders.
"I'm close," she whined, pulling him in closer.
She thrust upwards, grinding into his crotch and kissing his neck as she reached her peak, moaning his name as she settled back onto the bed. This was enough to send Sammo over the edge, and he was so caught up in the moment no sound escaped his lips as he nuzzled Deb's neck and colapsed on top of her, panting, before pulling his dick out and rolling over, sighing.
"Did you enjoy that sweetheart?" Sammo asked, stroking Deb's shoulder and giving her a quick peck on the lips.
Deb nodded, then let out a yawn.
"Sleepy, huh?"
She nodded again.
"I mean we did stay up most of last night having sex. I guess neither of us got all that much sleep."
Sammo got up off the bed and picked up his blue bathrobe off the floor. Draping it over Deb, he kissed her softly on the cheek before walking over to his dresser and picking out his clothes for the day.
"I have to go shopping, ok? You get some rest."

A few seconds later, just as he was finishing getting dressed for the day, he heard faint snoring. He chuckled to himself, as he headed out of the room and blew a kiss in Deb's direction.
"See you later, darling."

"Sammo?"
Deb woke up about an hour or two after Sammo had left to head out shopping. The first thing she'd noticed after waking from her nap was the empty spot next to her on the bed. The second thing she noticed was that he'd used his bathrobe as an impromptu blanket. She held the collar of the object up to her nose and breathed in. The scent of expensive cologne and cigarettes filled her nostrils. It smelled good, just like him. Throwing the bathrobe off her, she climbed off the bed, picked it up and put it on. It was a little big on her, but it felt nice to be wearing her darling's clothing. It was made of a soft, plush material and was lovely and warm.

She decided there and then she needed a shower. She hadn't had one since yesterday morning, even though she'd had twelve rounds of sex with Sammo since then, so didn't smell or feel too fresh. Scuttling across the landing into the bathroom, she closed the door behind her and dropped the robe on the floor, before climbing in. Turning both taps on at once, she was greeted with a sharp blast of icy cold water, which gradually got warmer. Picking up a bottle of Head and Shoulders shampoo off the ground, she squirted some into the palm of her right hand and got to work, massaging it into her scalp and letting the soft foam trickle down the drain.
"I wish he was here," she said out loud to herself. Closing her eyes, she imagined Sammo standing behind her, washing her hair. She imagined he'd be gentle with it, especially considering she was a lady who took great pride in her lovely long hair. Her hands moved further down, against her breasts, as she imagined the chubby Asian male pinching her nipples gently as he washed her. She moaned, thinking about him kissing her neck and moving his hands further down, past her hips and towards her nether regions. She thought about those lovely big fingers of his stroking her and penetrating her until she climaxed. Deb wished he was in the shower with her at that very moment, making her cum hard against him until she could no longer stand upright. She desired to have him standing beside her at that very moment, her hands on his dick, making him orgasm in return, washing his semen off her naked, soapy body and down the drain.

She was too busy fantasising about Sammo washing her to hear the door open and Sammo shout "Honey, I'm home!" from the doorway. Not that she minded. She wanted to surprise him by being fresh and clean as oposed to the sweaty mess he'd left behind when he went out shopping. Turning the water off, she climbed out of the shower, just in time to hear him shout "Melanie?".
He's forgotten who I am already? she thought to herself, picking up a towel off the rack beside the shower and drying herself off.
"Melanie? Sweetheart? I'm home!"
"I'm Deb!" she said through gritted teeth. Sammo, however, either didn't hear her or chose to ignore her for some reason, as he never acknowledged her.
Throwing Sammo's blue bathrobe on, Deb emerged just in time to see him place a bag of groceries on the countertop and move out onto the balcony. Curiosity getting the better of her, she tiptoed out of the bathroom and up to the countertop. She wanted to see what had kept Sammo out of the house for so long. Peering into the bag, she caught sight of the biggest box of condoms she had ever seen, multiple bottles of lube, and a purple vibrator.
Wow, he went all out for me, she thought to herself, happily. I should go and thank him.

Sammo Law sat on the balcony outside his apartment, deep in thought.
Melanie must still be asleep, he thought to himself as he reached into his trouser pocket.
I've got time to take care of my other needs.
Pulling out the cigarette box and lighter, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it, before placing the apparatus down on the table next to him. Breathing in, he leaned back in his chair and let out a long, contented sigh as the smoke rolled off into the horizon.
"That's the stuff," he said out loud, his free hand resting on his fat stomach.

His bliss was interruped by a "click" behind him
"Shit!" he said, sitting bolt upright, looking behind him at the female figure wearing his blue bathrobe.
Hearing the balcony door slide open, he jumped, stubbing the cigarette out in the ashtray and hastily trying to hide the remains of his dirty habit.
"Melanie, this isn't what it looks like!"
He felt arms around his shoulders and a soft, wet kiss on his cheek.
"Honey, it's Deb."
He turned around and looked at the woman behind him. She was wearing his blue bathrobe, her dark hair tied on the top of her head under a fresh, fluffy white towel. She looked lovely. Better than Melanie usually did after such things. Why was he thinking about her? He no longer loved her. He admitted this to Deb when they'd hooked up at the bar last night. He'd slept with Deb twelve times since they first met just under twenty four hours ago yet here he was, thinking about his ex-girlfriend.
"Sorry," he said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. "Do you mind if I...you know, continue?"
Deb shook her head, pulling the other chair up beside his. Laying her head on his chest, she wrapped an arm around his stomach, gently tracing from his chest down to his belly button.
"Go ahead honey."
Sammo pulled the cigarette box and lighter out of his shirt pocket. Pulling one out, he set the box down on the table before lighting the cigarette and placing the lighter down beside the box. Taking a long drag, he exhaled deeply, sending a cloud of smoke tumbling past Deb's head. She sighed contentedly, kissing his chest through the brightly coloured Hawaiian shirt he had opted to wear.
"You know something?" he asked.
"What's that?"
"Melanie never let me smoke. Especially not after sex."
Deb frowned.
"I'm not Melanie. She's the past. I'm your present."
Sammo laughed, ruffling Deb's hair with his free hand. He wasn't fully aware of her undoing his trousers until he felt moisture around his cock. Looking down, he noticed her lightly sucking on the tip of his member.
"And she never did that, either."
Stubbing out the cigarette, he moved a little in his seat then bucked upwards as he felt her envelope nearly his entire member in her mouth.
"Deb..." he moaned, his voice caught in his throat as he reached down to stroke his companion's hair. She didn't stop or look up. Instead, she cupped his balls with her right hand, her left hand resting on his thigh. Caressing them gently, she bobbed softly up and down against his dick, occasionally flicking her tongue against it. Sammo tangled his fingers in her hair, causing her to suck harder. He whined as she gave his balls a gentle squeeze as if to ask if he was enjoying it.
"Yes," he hissed, gripping her hair, as he thrust upwards and exploded in her mouth, before collapsing back in his chair, breathing heavily.

He finished up just in time to witness one of his neighbours pop out onto their own balcony with a bottle of wine and a newspaper. The neighbour caught sight of them and waved.
Sammo waved back, smiling awkwardly. He had probably caught the tail end of what they were just doing.
Deb swallowed hard, wiping her lips on the sleeve on the bathrobe. Sammo frowned.
"Now that'll have to go in the wash," he said, as she nuzzled into his chest, grinning.
"It's just your man juices, honey," she chuckled, tracing circles on his chubby chest.
Sammo laughed awkwardly at that remark.
"I have something for you," he said, stroking Deb's hair.
"Is it that bag on the counter in the kitchen?" she asked, nuzzling his chest.
Sammo nodded, then lightly pushed her away and stood up. Extending a hand out to his lady friend, he pulled her up off her own seat before leading her back into the apartment.

When they got back into the apartment, Deb headed straight for the bag on the counter.
"So what did you buy me, honey?" she quizzed, reaching into the bag.
Deb already knew what was in there, but she decided to feign excitement and ignorance for Sammo's sake. Even though they'd barely known each other for a day, he'd already bought her a gift, which Deb thought was very cute and sweet, considering he didn't seem the romantic type.
The first thing she pulled out was a bottle of lube. She looked at it, then back at Sammo, who grinned.
"There should be six of them in there," he spoke.
She stuck her hand back in, and pulled the bottles out one by one, lining them up on the counter in the same manner a small child would do with such things.
"Good, now what else is in there?"
Deb stuck her hand back in and pulled out the box of condoms.
"There's one thousand in that box," chuckled Sammo. "Means we won't have to get any more for a while."
Deb's eyes widened.
"I didn't know you could get packs that big!" she shrieked. "Where did you get that from?"
"A friend of a friend who runs a sex shop. Same goes for the lube, and the other items in that bag which I know fine you'll like".
Deb reached into the bag yet again and her hand clasped around the vibrator she'd spotted earlier. Taking it out of the bag, she looked at it, then at Sammo.
"I figured that we might as well have some fun while you're staying with me."
Deb smiled, placing the vibrator down next to the condoms and lube and giving him a peck on the lips. She went to open her mouth to speak but Sammo put a finger against her mouth, shushing her.
"There's one more thing in that bag that I know you'll like," he smiled.
Deb put a hand into the bag for the final time, not expecting anything else. She thought she'd seen everything earlier, yet here was Sammo saying he had something else. She felt something soft and silky against her fingertips, which she soon picked up and lifted out onto the counter. Unfolding the soft white fabric, she reaslised it was a bra and panty set. Looking at the tags, she realised the bra and panties were her exact size.
"Oh Sammo, it's perfect!" she gasped, running her fingers against the material.
"I figured since you only had one set of underwear with you and we hadn't been back to your apartment yet, you could do with another set," he replied, grinning.
"Just one quick question though."
"Go ahead."
"How did you know my size?"
Sammo scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"I may or may not have checked the tags on your underwear as you were sleeping."
It was Debbie's turn to feel awkward now. Although she wasn't entirely sure how to feel about his actions, he'd put effort and thought into this gift, and she should be grateful. She smiled again at him, causing him to smile back.
"That's actually surprisingly clever of you."
"You're not mad?" the bigger man asked, looking at Deb.
She shook her head and chuckled.
"No silly. It's cute!"

Picking up the vibrator off the counter, he reached forward and undid the belt of the bathrobe, before pulling her into his embrace and kissing her roughly on the lips.

"Ready for round thirteen?"