Breathless slumber

[th****]

There you stand in the doorway, looking over my motionless body lying half-covered by the sheets. You smirk, having been successful in your outing with your girlfriends and finally able to get some sleep. After cleaning up, washing your face, and doing your nightly routine, you slip into bed. The glow of the light coming from the bathroom casts across my peaceful face.

You drunkenly giggle to yourself with glee.
Slipping into my arms, you perch your plump ass into my groin and slide your leg between my calves, feeling every hair against your smooth skin. Success. You drift to sleep in the place you feel safest and enter a deep sleep. You dream sweet dreams until suddenly you find yourself dreaming of the first time with a man, having him roughly finger your cunt—but something is off. You feel pressure on your neck… but he never did that. He was too naive, too scared to try.

The pressure increases, as does the verbosity of the man in your dream. What’s against your back? What’s warm and wet on your neck? You wake up to my hand on your throat, viciously finger-fucking your dripping pussy. Even though you are just waking up, your vision is fading from lack of *** flow. The room is spinning too; you’re still drunk. You finally realize that I have run my tongue up the side of your neck, tracing your jawline to right behind your ear, where I purse my lips on your earlobe, lightly play with it using my tongue, suck it, then bite—not hard enough to draw *** but hard enough to bruise—all in the matter of seconds.

I heard you walk into the house. I felt the air shift when you came in the room, and you, in your drunken stupor, didn’t feel my eyes on you in the bathroom, watching you unknowingly prepare yourself for me.

Overcome with all the sensations, you cum right into my hand, heaving your breasts into the moonlight, making a beautifully pathetic silhouette for me. Not able to resist, I release your throat, grabbing a fistful of tit, and pull you back to my chest, taking the other hand dripping with your love and shoving it in your mouth, making you clean your own mess.

I roll you onto your stomach, placing a pillow just at your hips. Forcing your wrists behind your back, I cuff them. I spread your legs so you present well to me and with my hand as far back as I can reach, I SMACK your ass, sending recoil through your entire body, leaving a clear red handprint on your ass cheek. “Do you want me to claim the other?” I say in a low, curious tone. You reply with a muffled “YESSHH!” as your face is buried in a pillow after the first impact.
I rarely back away again, hitting my mark soundly, leaving you screaming. I didn’t aim for the cheek but instead your throbbing cunt. “Are you going to go out without permission again?” I demand. “No shirr,” you moan, drooling into your pillow from the sweet sting. I position myself behind you and enter your sweet pussy as slowly and gently as I can, using rhythmic pounding that slowly increases into something more carnal. Grabbing your hair by the root, I shove down hard, so the only things you smell and taste are spit and pillow.

Suddenly, I stop. I pull out while still holding your head down and ask, “Do you want more?” You try to respond “ygmph.” “Speak up,” I hiss. “YVSSS.” “What are you saying?” I grumble as I pull your hair, but from the locks, not the base, yanking your head back. “YES,” you cry out. “Good,” I say contently. I prop a dildo onto the pillow and *** your mouth onto it. “Don’t move until I make you,” I demand.

I position myself back behind you, grabbing your cuffed wrists as a handle, and begin to fuck you as soundly and roughly as I can. My muscular thighs ram into your pristine legs, each stroke feels deeper and harder than the last. The rocking motion ***s the dildo in and out of your throat, each stroke deeper than the last. Finally having my fill, I grab your thigh and whip you onto your back. The sudden motion sends the toy across the room.

Straddling you, covering your perfect face and busting breasts with my hot thick seed somehow makes you even more beautiful than the day we met. With your eyes glued shut, I cannot trust you to clean yourself up, so I’ll do it for you. I carry you to the bathroom, place both of us in the warm tub I’ve already drawn, and wash you up. We go to bed and you start dreaming again but before you wake there is a new sensation. Do you smell coffee?

[th****]

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