Heat and friction

The heat between her thighs was immense, the thick limbs always pressing against me. She would shift from time to time, lifting a leg up and then setting it back down as she pleasured herself. With a sigh, she sat up, swinging her legs off the bed and stood up. She started walking, her thighs rubbing together while I was caught in the middle. I wondered when her dried pussy juice that had me glued to her skin would loose it's hold, the constant rubbing threatening to rip me off with each one of her steps. Suddenly, her body sped downward, slamming down as she sat on something. Light appeared as she spread her legs, blinding me for a moment till I was able to see her body leaning over, a empty whole underneath me. Dear God, she was sitting on a toilet. I prayed I wouldn't fall into the bowl as the sound of piss start to hit the water below, she completely unaware above as she scrolled through her phone. Done, she patted her lips with a piece of toilet paper and then stood up, the constant pressure and rubbing starting again as she started to walk. Suddenly she jumped upwards, her body landing flat as everything ripped from the impact. She swished her legs about for a moment and then became still, the heat rising as I realized she had her blanket pulled over the top of her and was starting to fall asleep as her heartbeat started to slow. I knew I was in for a long suffocating night.