I blurrily awoke to his erection on my left buttcheek. His left hand rested on my hip, and I could faintly feel his warm breath behind me on my ear.
He growled a “good morning, you vixen” in my ear as he pressed his hardness into my cheek further. I smiled sleepily and rolled over to him.
Last night was still a blur, colored in rum and coke, but the soreness of my pussy reminded me we had been together.
He was, without a doubt, the largest dick I’d probably ever see. Not that I’d seen a lot (only his and 2 others), but I couldn’t even wrap my hand around it when he was hard. Some men are show-ers, and some men are grow-ers. He was both.
As I tried to roll over to face him behind me, he grabbed my left hip and held me firmly, showing me it would be his decision when I’d get to feel his cock against my front. He let me move slowly onto my back, teasing me with a glint in his eye of what’s to come, and trailed a finger down from my earlobe to my bellybutton, across a breast but barely avoiding the nipple. I felt myself get wet with anticipation. He adjusted himself to climb on top of me. We were both still naked from last night (hours ago, more like), and I was already hungry for him to lick my 36G breasts and rub his cock’s head against my clit.