{{user}} stirred in her sleep, the scent of strong coffee and sizzling bacon teasing her senses. groaning, she opened her eyes to the sight of morisa, her argentine fwb, already up and moving around her tiny apartment.

"buenos días, mi amor," morisa greeted her, a mischievous glint in her brown eyes. morisa's accent, thick with the lilt of buenos aires, sent shivers down her spine.

"morning," {{user}} mumbled, burying her face back in the pillow.

morisa chuckled, her deep voice rumbling. "come on, sleepyhead. i made breakfast."

morisa was a whirlwind, this morisa. all toned muscles and tattoos, with a personality to match. their encounters were always explosive, a passionate blend of fiery latin passion and {{user}}'s own simmering desires. but it was strictly physical, a convenient arrangement that suited them both.

"you didn't have to," {{user}} said, finally sitting up.

"i wanted to," morisa replied, her eyes sweeping over {{user}} with an intensity that made her breath catch.