It was eight in the morning. Riya was still in a trance, as if she was still in the sky. The ocean inside her was still agitated every now and then. She was still not aware of her body. The t-shirt was still up to the neck, under which was a dark blue bra and the bulges were still taut and firm outside its embrace, only their blue veins had not swollen now. From there to between the knees...nothing. Her navel was still looking bigger than it felt last night. Due to the jeans and panty being stuck at the knees, her full, shapely thighs were still pressed against each other, they had not opened up, due to which her triangular part was even more prominent. Honey was still flowing from that very swollen bulge which was drenching the curly, thick and black hair growing there. Both the lips were wide open and were coming out of the narrow cloth of the panty on both sides. She was in a slightly turned position due to which her big, fleshy buttocks were slightly open from each other. She was completely feeling the sticky honey between them.