She hugged the pillow harder. The tingling was so irritating. She sighed in her half-sleep state. Rizza recalled how she had mounted him and bounced up and down on his cock, her tits rising and falling as she had ground down onto his huge hardness. The way his face had looked as he gazed up at her “I’m almost coming” facial expression had been so cute. His smile at that moment was worth a million bucks.
Like a movie the sexy images kept rolling. The way John had eaten her. How many times had she come? John had woken up because of the time change. He woke up in the middle of the night hard and wanting her. She was half-asleep, but the languid lovemaking had been amazing and intimate. She just lay there while he fucked her, but in the end, she had come again. Her nipples were hardening at the memories.
Was she getting wet in her sleep? Rizza felt more tingles. What the fuck? Was she getting a yeast infection? That would totally ruin London if she couldn’t fuck her honey. She tried again to drift back to sleep. The tingles got stronger. She moved her head to the side. Okay try to sleep she promised herself.
She felt her breathing getting deeper. Were her nipples hard? She was still so sleepy her arm barely moved. Her hand dragged itself to her plump young breast. She felt the hard nib. Rizza rubbed her erect nipple and felt her loins burn more. She tried to rub it and make the feeling, the silly itch, go away. Instead, it got stronger. She whimpered softly.
If this kept on Rizza would be forced to wake up. She must have a yeast infection since her pussy was really tingling. She slid her hand from her breast down her soft tummy. She needed to itch her pussy and make the burning stop. Then her hand hit something. Only half-awake she struggled to comprehend.
More than anything Rizza didn’t want to wake up. She forced an eye open a crack. She saw a large mound under the duvet where her hips were. She saw the mound move up and down a little. Still groggy her hand reached further. She felt John’s hair. Rizza giggled a tiny soft giggle, her mouth dry from the hotel air conditioning.
“Mmm what are you doing baby?”
There was a muffled chuckle from under the duvet. Rizza felt the tongue strokes on her pussy pause.
“Waking you up for breakfast darling.