Shaun has troubled dreams.

Sleep crept over me, and I found myself dreaming. Broken images of the night's events flashed through my mind, tormenting me. They moved quickly, increasing in pace, and panic began to flood through me. I felt like I was suffocating. There was a weight pressing down on me, and my chest was heaving, unable to take in air.

As slowly as it came, sleep left me, and I realised there actually was something in the room with me, pressing down on my face. My mouth and nose were buried in a soft, wet mass. My eyes opened with a snap, and I started gasping.

Anna's thick thighs were wrapped around my head, squeezing tight, and her wet pussy was rubbing against my face, covering my mouth and nose. Her naked body loomed over me, full breasts bouncing as she ground against me. My shouting was muffled by her crotch. I grabbed for her waist, but she pinned my arms. She sneered down at me with a vicious expression.

"Not so fun being on the other end, is it?" she mocked, rubbing her wet slit against my mouth vigorously. The scent of her arousal mingled with salty taste of pee; clearly she hadn't bothered to clean up too thoroughly before coming in to **** me.

"Fuck off!" I shouted in vain, her puffy mound muffling my words. I thrashed underneath her, but her thick thighs and substantial weight held me down effectively. Despite the humiliation of the situation, smelling her clear signs of arousal right against my nostrils was having an effect on me, and my cock was rising to attention.