My Perfect Match

We lay dozing again.
Her warm wet pussy resting on my upper thigh.
My sticky cock against her tummy.
Her cheek on my hairy chest.
Her breath I can feel. Her scent I can smell. Our juices I can taste.
We fucked and dozed and fucked and dozed and fucked again.
I fucked her ass while she slapped my leg.
She fingered my ass as she swallowed my cock.
The buttons from my torn shirt laying here and there.
What we did was so wrong but felt so right.
The scratches on my back sting with raw delight.
The guests in the room next door had banged on the wall in protest of her loudly fucking me on the Ottoman, that made me want to fuck her more.
I know we needed to sleep but sleep seemed such a waste.
Even though she fucks me even in my dreams I cannot taste her in my dreams and my dreams always end and I don't want this to end.
If its sleep we must then I want my cock in her when we sleep.
I lifter her higher against me.
I edged my cock into her still swollen pussy and half asleep she sighed and whimpers.
I held her tight against me as she wanted to ride me I pulled her down so she couldn't move.
My cock deep inside her. We lay still. Then we felt asleep.
My perfect match.