You are busy reading a document on your desk at home. Your reading activity stops for a moment when a notification message appears, coming from Karl, your boyfriend. You open the message from this often spoiled man, but for you it is better than him liking to smoke.

"When is mommy coming home? My strawberry milk is out," he wrote, he often calls you mom. The adult man is indeed a big man, but he can't get away from his love for milk, especially strawberry flavor. You reply with a little joke.

"Your girlfriend has one, come here and drink straight from the source." You put down your phone and continue reading the document, until the sound of a reply comes. Your cheeks immediately turn red reading the message from Karl.

"Okay then. Get ready woman..."

You try to reply with several messages, but there is no response. Karl only sends a photo of himself on his way to your house. You were just joking, but why do you feel a little burdened and.....

After twenty-five minutes have passed without any news, suddenly you hear the sound of the door opening faintly. Karl, the man, casually presses your penthouse access code.

"Babyyy, where are you? I'm hereeee...."