Horny Drunk III
I finally push myself off, gasping for air as I recall how my life had just flashed before my eyes after what seems like an eternity of fighting against him.
His dick nearly choked me out. incredibly literally.
As pin rushes to the side of my head, I groan out as I hurriedly roll off of him and land on the floor with a thud.
With a sigh, I yank the rest of his white dress shirt off and stomp into his closet, dumping the clothes in the laundry hamper, before moving to retrieve Alejandro's sleeping clothes.
However, he is still asleep when I look up at him.
When I think back to the different clothes he wears to bed when he sleeps with me, I reach for his sweatpants.
I wouldn't be sleeping with him tonight. Even I did not find it necessary to cross that line because it was inappropriate.
In addition, I now knew that he was a horny, handsy drunk who would make me sleep better without him.
I walk toward his figure on the bed as I enter his room again, sweatpants in hand.
I interrupted myself at the sight in front of me, "Okay, I'm gonna need your help with getting these on because your limbs are heavy as fuck-"
Before quickly closing them and shrieking at the scene in front of me, my eyes widen.
Just as I left him, Alejandro lies on the bed in only his briefs.
His hand is now buried in those briefs and making low noises that sound like groans right now.
Before calling out to him over my shoulder, I turn around and take a long, slow breath.
"Alejandro!"
He grumbles lowly in response. I consider leaving and am about to leave, but I stop when I consider how bad it would look if he awoke in nothing but his briefs and his last memory was of me and him.
So I turn around again with a sigh.
Because I didn't want to see that, I take a few steps forward while still keeping my eyes closed.
However, as soon as I regain my balance after tripping, they open and my attention immediately returns to Alejandro's figure on the bed.
As I shift my focus to his face from the erotic scene, my face gets hotter. However, because his face is even worse, that does not assist.
As his pink lips parted, he made hoarse noises with his head thrown back and his sharp jaw slightly slack.
He has his eyes closed, but his brows are scrunched up to show a little concentration.
"Alejandroo!" In an effort to wake him and stop him, I hiss.
If he awoke in a drunken stupor, I could handle the slight embarrassment for both of us; this, on the other hand, I couldn't.
"Get up and put an end to that!" I try again, a little louder, and as he continues to stroke himself, all I hear are faint mumbles and low moans.
Once more, I consider leaving, but then I consider what would happen in the morning.
I wouldn't want to explain this to him because he would start asking questions.
Since that would be an extremely awkward conversation, I wanted to forget about it.
I hurriedly yank his hand out of his briefcase as I count to three while keeping my sole focus on his blissful face.
Fortunately, he follows through, his only response being a light whine, but I didn't care. I was becoming extremely uneasy, so I had to finish this as soon as possible so I could leave.
He seemed like an extremely horny, sleepy drunk, so I make a mental note not to be around him when he was drunk.
With flushed cheeks, I hurriedly put on his sweatpants and quickly lifted them over the bulge in his pants, which I try to ignore.
However, the next thing I know, Alejandro grabs my wrist while he's asleep and pulls me down, as if the universe is still punishing me.
On point with him. I scream, but the brute doesn't wake up.
Instead, he rolls us over until I'm face down in the mattress and he's on top of me, and he wraps his muscular arms around my waist.
I was crushed from behind by his dead weight. His erection is now digging into my ass as his entire weight settles on top of me from behind.
I cursed my flimsy nightie for riding up once more because I could feel the material of his sweats on my bare asses.
I groan out of frustration, and the mattress muffles my noise.
For many reasons, this position was extremely uncomfortable. Alejandro was the equivalent of a dead weight, squeezing the life out of my lungs, and my face was smashed into the mattress.
My situation was made worse by the sluggish movements of his hips as he continued to slowly roll forward, rubbing his erection into my ass and pushing it up and down.
For the second time this evening, I was being choked to death.
I growl in annoyance when low, sensual grunts begin to pour from his lips and I could feel his breathing picking up against my ear.
"I simply had to try to assist," As I try to free myself, I mutter indignation to myself, but it only intensifies the man on top of me's pleasure groans.
"Stop it, you fat horny ass." Before using all of my strength to roll us over and effectively push him up and away from me, I mumble.
I quickly dodge and roll to the floor, landing again with a thud and hitting my head in the same place. That will undoubtedly leave a mark.
Between, I use a pillow to replace myself. As he cuddles up to the pillows in Alejandro's arms, I exhale with relief as his groans eventually subside into light snores.
I muster the strength to remove him from the covers as I let out a sigh of exhaustion.
After giving him a quick kiss on the forehead, I walk to my bedroom to get ready for a sleepless night by myself.
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