you just look so pretty when you sleep.
he couldn’t help it. he loaded your glass with sleeping pills— enough to cause a bad reaction, but he wasn’t concerned about tomorrow morning and the side effects. all he wanted was to make sure you’d stay sleeping when he came to your room tonight.
and sure enough when he walks in, you’re out cold. it’s like you knew he’d be there tonight, your limbs splayed out, head on the pillow and hair mussed from your rough collapse. he’s on you in an instant, fingers slipping into your waistband as he knees your legs apart and slots himself between your thighs.
you’re like a ragdoll. like a corpse. unmoving, limp in his arms, pliable under his touch. he maneuvers you to lie on your back, prone and legs spread wide to let him in. you must be having a wet dream, you’re already slick when he forces himself inside with a low groan. your muscles try to flex— try to push him out, but your chemical-flooded body only tenses and releases again, clenching around his thick shaft.
he fucks you rough and brutal, tiny whimpers and unconscious sounds knocked from your chest with every thrust. your eyes, closed and peaceful, dance behind your eyelids. he wonders what you’re dreaming about.
your head jostles violently on your neck as he fucks up into your squeezing cunt, his breathing heavy and thrusts staggering. your swollen pussy swallows every inch as he buries himself to the hilt and grunts as he fills you. when he finally pulls back, he smirks at your fat cunt leaking his white spend, dribbling down your ass.
leaning forward, he props your legs up on his shoulders, your body yielding to his prodding, and closes his lips around your gaping hole. your cunt clenches around his tongue as he works at your walls, licking every drop of his own seed out of your pocket. he moans a little as he feels your hips instinctively buck, his nose brushing your clit as he sucks harder, rutting his face into your pussy. your thighs shudder like they want to close around his head but your body stays limp, the only signs of life your rising chest and soft, sleepy whimpers.
he feels you cum with a hot spray down his throat, and he drinks that too, before licking you clean and sitting back up. he carefully slides your panties back on, and reapplies your blanket atop you, smiling in satisfaction at his inconspicuous handiwork. he leaves your room silently, and with any luck, you’d wake tomorrow and think all of this was just a dream.
