I told him a little rough and asked him why I didn't have any clothes on. He handed me a cup a coffee and asked how I was feeling. Steve was walking in from the kitchen and I felt uncomfortable and covered up. The next morning I woke up dazed, confused and completely nude. The feeling was amazing and before I knew it, I was experiencing an incredible orgasm. He was fucking me slowly with long deep strokes and it wasn't long before I was extremely wet. I kissed him as he slowly pushed his cock into me. I pulled him up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and asked him to fuck me. I felt like I was going to cum, but wanted to feel him in me. In the dream, I felt like I was in a fog, but liked what he was doing and ran my hands through his hair as he pleasured me. Steve had taken my clothes off and was licking my pussy and sucking on my clit. I remember dreaming that I was passed out on the sofa, but was woken up by the feeling of something between my legs. That evening, it didn't take long for me to get really buzzed and I ended up drifting off to dreamland earlier than expected. We listened to music, drank a few shots and smoked a little. A few weeks ago, it was a Friday night when Steve and I decided to hang out.
