?? // somnophilia/AKA sleep play
[Alternate POV]
You were stroking her throbbing cunt when all of a sudden, she went limp. You smirked, observing how her hair was sticking to her sweaty forehead, and how she was drawing shallow breaths. Her tear-stained cheeks reminded you of how much you ravaged her. This was going to make things interesting.
You recalled how she promised you that she would let me fuck her mercilessly for the finale. Although you would love to continue hearing her wails of tortured ecstacy, sometimes you got to make do with what you have. You positioned her, remembering your conversation about how somno (somnophilia) was okay.
With her legs spread apart and ready, you reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and leave a firm kiss on her forehead before thrusting into her.
She was already soaked from your previous endeavors, allowing you to thrust in without much of a problem. Looking down at her unconscious state, limbs still immobilized, you groaned as you could tell she was spasming. The all too familiar whines or whimpers were no where to be heard.