you were so gone. The mix of weed and shots had reduced you to a stumbling, incoherent, but happy, drone. He offered to let you crash on the couch and that seemed a lot safer than an Uber.
The couch was covered in folded laundry and He offered to put them all away so you could sleep there, but you didn't want to put Him out so if course you agreed to share his queen bed. you'd have your own covers. It would be fine.
you woke up and had to pee. He was there, helping you. you finished and couldn't find the oversized basketball shorts He'd given you to sleep in. It was ok, you decided, and you crawled back into bed.
you stirred in your sleep. He was there...helping again. It was hot and He was removing a couple covers. It felt like one of those covers was the oversized tee He'd given you to sleep in...
you were having a really, really hot dream. Hands were all over you, touching your breasts, sliding across your slit. A mouth was on your breast, flicking a tongue across your nipple. you were so turned on and the fingers slipped inside you easily. One finger, two fingers, an... exceptionally thick finger. your body started rocking, gently at first and you felt the finger...no, cock drag itself across your gspot before gently kissing your cervix. you were fuzzy, floating. The orgasm came easily and you didn't fight it. It felt so good. Then, warmth inside you as you groaned. Not on birth control, it had been so long since you'd felt cum inside you and you missed it. He pressed deep and you arched your hips to pull every last drop inside you. Sated, you drugged drifted back into a deeper sleep.
you woke in the morning, hungover but none the worse for wear. you were in His basketball shorts and tshirt. you wandered into the bathroom and checked yourself in the mirror. you raised an eyebrow when you realized the shirt was inside out.
