A noise brought him half out of his sleep. She was moving around. Barely
awake his thoughts drifted back to last night. She had been so shy when she
arrived at the party, but as the evening progressed she relaxed. He’d been a
little worried if she could take all that tequila. She could.
It had been wild and chaotic. She had been so wonderfully naughty, pushing
him over on the bed and teasingly lowering herself on to him just enough to
engulf his cockhead in her warm tightness. The memory was so vivid he could
feel it.
Looking out under his heavy eyelids and it was not just his memories. Her
head moved slowly up and down, her lips tightly sealed around his cock. The
feeling was so sweet. Too drowsy to do anything, he surrendered to her mouth
and tongue.
God, she was fantastic. Talk about a dream orgasm! She was irresistible: her
mouth, her tongue and her hand playing with is balls. His cum shot out as
lightning flashed behind his eyelids.
“Was this real or a dream?” He looked at her. A drop of his cum on her chin
convinced him: it was real. She slid down on the floor again.
He felt hungry. Two orgasms last night and one this morning. He was too
sleepy to calculate the exact amount of calories they had burned, but it was
more than enough to justify bacon and eggs. He just had to wake up. He
reached out for her.
