When the bimbo woke up, the first thing she felt was not the familiar itch in her crotch that wanted to be taken care of, but a horrible headache.
That's weird, I must have fallen asleep. She Thinks, confused.
Your hand touches your forehead and you feel a wet sensation, when you move your hand, she can see a pink liquid between her fingers.
What is this? Is that my blood? This last thought leaves you a little scared.
Something bad had happened to her and her body could barely respond. Her limbs expressed pure pain when she tried to move them. Getting to dull the familiar warmth that it was spreading from her crotch to the rest of her body.
She could feel the warm touch of a pair of delicate hands, hopefully feminine, spreading her legs, that sensation had managed to calm the pain a little, which the badly injured bimbo appreciated. When she felt a warm object creep between her wet lips, it caused a pleasant sensation of pure joy to run through her body, leaving any other unpleasant sensations aside. When she manages to move her head, she finds something that makes her feel happy.
The sight of a dark-skinned woman with her face hidden between her thighs, moving her tongue between her labia, excited her even more. She tries to express it with a moan loaded with lust but she still felt like her whole body was recovering from an intense physical pain and only a grunt came out. Resigned, she reamains immobile on the floor, leaving the woman to continue with her gratifying handiwork. In no time, you come, and every nerve in your body is overloaded with erotic sensations. Sighing, the bimbo stares with her eyes closed momentarily thinking how grateful she was to have a distraction from her physical pain.
When finished, the black bimbo removed her head from between her companionīs crotch and for the first time you can see the features of her face. Full lips, a small nose and eyes empty of intelligence. The typical characteristics of a bimbo. Giving you a hug, she falls into a stupor next to you and begins to snore peacefully. The injured bimbo couldn't help but think that the sensation was the same as when someone sleeps next to a stove. A stove of giggles and that did not want to have you loose. Not that she has anything to complain about.
After this relaxing experience, the bimbo goes back to her other thoughts and tries to think about what has happened to her.
What happened to me? The confused bimbo wonders.
The last thing she remembered was a white building and a red cross, a hospital? She also remembered the feeling of fucking with one of her sisters. But she couldn't remember her name, which was weird because she always remembered the names of her lovers.After that, everything was in a blank state.
Maybe if I focus hard, I could remember more. She thought.
Normally, she wouldn't entertain the idea of rummaging through her dummy brain but she was really curious about what had happened after the hospital.
The badly injured bimbo, puts her hands to her temples and, closing her slanted eyes, she struggles to access her recent memories. Like lightning, the familiar and fearsome pain hits her brain like a hammer, preventing her from attempting such an action.
Ouch!, that hurts. I knew it was a bad idea to try to use my brain. She thinks while pouting.
She allow herself to stop thinking about what has happened to her and allow the familiar pink cloud to cover her mind and flood her again, With a satisfied look on her face, the pain dulls and is replaced by a pleasant sensation. A Warmth typical of your kind.
That's better, she thinks as a stupid smile covers her features.
In the end, she let herself sinks into a stupor like her partner and sleep in the hope that when she wake up, the pain will have faded.