Waking up to a face pressed to your pussy is usually a good thing, right? But what do you do when you have no idea who she is? How do you ask her name or where you met when the night before is completely blank?

I look down and see dark, purple streaked hair that doesn't look familiar. I feel a tongue doing things that feel good, but with an unrecognized technique. Even the scent in the hotel room is unusual.

But just then, what feels like one in a series of orgasms hits me, all questions are rendered unimportant!