It was night when Arianne woke up, she felt a heavy weight on her waist, caging her in place. Her back was pressed on the sturdy wall made of flesh. A warm breeze tickled her ears. And there's this thing rubbing her rear end that was hotter than the rest.
She always slept alone, and she preferred the cold, so this sudden change was not appreciated. She moved, intending to draw some distance from the uncomfortable sensation this wall had induced within her.
But her efforts were in vain as the man always keen on paying her utmost attention pulled her back. The outline of the sturdy wall became apparent, and as someone who had been ravaged twice, Arianne realized that she was naked and the thing behind her was a pole that only the male species possessed.
Her conjecture was confirmed when the man bit her neck and issued her a warning, "Don't move."