Drunken Buddy Fucks Me Raw in a Wild Culeada
I wake up to the feel of B.'s heavy arm draped over me, his breath hot and alcoholic on my neck. As I stir, he grumbles and flips me onto my stomach, his morning wood pressing against my ass. He grinds against me, his cock hardening further. I push back, feeling his length slide between my cheeks. He growls, giving my ass a hard smack. I moan, and he takes it as an invitation, spitting on my hole and rubbing it in with his thumb. He pushes inside, and I gasp at the sudden intrusion. He fucks me slow and deep, his movements deliberate and controlled despite his drunken state. I feel every inch of him, my own cock throbbing as he hits my prostate. He reaches around, gripping my cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. I come undone, my body convulsing as I spill onto the sheets, B. following suit with a low groan, filling me with his hot cum.