one of those stories i wish i was in.

He fought back his gag reflex as Loyce leaned her glowing figure over him. In the dim light he could just barely make out her flushed cheeks. Her eyes looked hungry and he was the main course.

She spoke in a sultry slurred voice, "I thought... you said... you were... a heavy... sleeper." With each breath she twitched her hips slightly, moving her shaft over his tongue and leaking more fluid down his throat. He gagged, hard. He tried to move his head down to get away from the dick in his throat but he was already pinned to the pillow.

Okay, okayyyyy...." Loyce sighed heavily and retracted her half flaccid cock from his mouth. Strands of spit and cum ran between the head of her penis and his lips. He gasped for air as she sat down. She brought his hands down with hers and kept them secure at his sides. The globes of her ass enveloped the tent he had in his pants. "Did that hit your sweet tooth?" Loyce let out a heavy sigh and Tim looked at her twitching cock that still leaked. "It looks like it melted in your mouth." She giggled, clearly intoxicated, and put her bare foot under his neck. "How'd it taste?" Her toe traced his jawline.

He was still gasping for breath. He stared at the dominant woman sitting on his dick. Her smile was still crooked and her eyes half closed. Her glowing tattoos made her perfect body look like a night aquarium. He suddenly felt very dizzy. Laying his head back he stared at his ceiling. Loyce's body weight shifted and she crawled up him and laid over his arm on his bed. He could make out her hand trace from his stomach across his chest and up his neck. Her sharp nail dug into his skin as she dragged it over his cheek.

"Maybe I went a little too far..." She mumbled as she nuzzled into his neck. "But only a little."

He was too tired to think. Too shell shocked to care. Everything was in a dream like state, and he wasn't sure when he closed his eyes if he would wake up or go deeper down the rabbit hole.