Drunken Night

Looking up at her, my senses consist of everything that was her. Her hot breath washed over me as she brought me closer to her face, her deep blue eyes blinking gently at me, as her breast jiggle ever so lightly as she moved. In a hushed tone, almost whispering, "I almost forgot about...how could I do such a thing?" I give her a hesitant grin, shrugging my shoulders. With a gentle smile, she starts walking back to her bedroom. "Little one, I'm in need for a nap. My friends are forcing me to go out tonight, it's my birthday, and it's been awhile since I've gone to a club, so I'll need to be well rested. I don't have anything set up for you as living conditions but I'll will tomorrow. You can live in my bedside table drawer for now." With that l, she opens up the drawer and gently puts me in, placing a folded dry washcloth in as well, for what I assume as a make shift bed. "Sleep tight little one, I'll see you in the morning." With that she gently closes the drawer, sealing me in darkness. I hear stuff roll around, trying to imagine what a woman would keep in her bedside table but put it out of my mind, deciding sleep would be best to make the time go by quicker. It seems as if my eyes were closed for just a moment when I hear her alarm go off on her phone, the device sounding like a swarm of hornets above me. The next hour I listen to her get ready, the door slamming shut announcing her departure. Drifting off to sleep, content and intrigue with what life has in store for me in the future, a smile forms on my face in the darkness. I'm jolted awake when she gets home, the door getting slammed shut as someone drunkenly walks about the apartment. I rub my eyes, yawning as I stretch hearing her body slam into the bed with a sigh."What is wrong with me...can't even bring a guy home for a one night stand on my birthday...." Her voice breaks my heart, wishing I could help her. My drawer gets ripped open, a hand rushing in blindly fumbling around as it looks for something. In the dim light I finally see the contents of her drawer, long cylinders that I realize are dildos of all different sizes, the innocent picture of her in my mind popping at the sight of them. I let out a squeak as her fingers wrap around me, yanking me up in the air. Her hand rushes to her face, her eyes closed as she brings me to her lips. "At least I have my dildos, they'll turn me down..." With that, she presses me through her mouth, the air reeking of **** and fast food. Her tongue slathers over me lazily, as one does when tired and wanting to get something wet. She slides me to the back of her throat, sucking on my body roughly before sliding me out. I dangle over her body for a moment, seeing that she was naked as she rushes me to her breast, smashing my face against her tit till it gets rock hard and then doing the same thing to the other one. I'm barely able to catch my breath as she drags my face along her body down to her crotch, a thin strip of hair left above it after shaving earlier. My head gets shoved mercilessly between her lips with a moan that rattles through her body and to my very core, my face once again getting the brunt of the **** as it finds her clit as it starts to stiffen with excitement. My body gets dragged back and forth through her labia as it loosens up untill she brings me out into fresh air for just moment before thrusting me deep into her snatch, the walls already dripping with her juices.