Black out

You open your eyes slowly, finding yourself collapsed in a bed in a dark room. You feel a crushing weight atop you and your mind is hazy. Your head has rolled to the side, drool dripping down your face. You stare at Ben who lies on the floor next to you. You presume he dragged you in here to sleep it off before passing out himself before he could make it to a bed. Ah, what a good friend.

You slightly roll your head to investigate the crushing pressure atop you, finding a semi-naked fat girl is atop you. Her lower half is naked, although she's still wearing her bra, with her shirt unbuttoned but still on. Although it takes you a few moments, you feel your dick rubbing against her warm, wet folds as she rides you.

Your hazy mind ascertains the situation. You presume she found your **** but no doubt sexy body lying in a bed in the private room, with or without an erection, and just hopped on. You look her over briefly. She's not the best looking of girls with a short black bob cut and an ugly face, and she's also the size of a house, covered in sweaty fat folds. Also, she is technically **** you. And literally **** you. In fact, in almost every use of the word she's **** you. Still, in your drunken, hazy mind, you don't particularly care.