Waking up alone

I must have fallen asleep at some point.

I wasn’t sure if Alice ever did. Between her insomnia and how wired we both were after everything that happened in the dark, it was hard to tell. One second I was lying on top of her, still buried inside her cum-filled pussy, and the next thing I knew the caravan was filled with soft morning light.

I rolled over, reaching for her warm, thick body… and found nothing but empty sheets.

I sat up, blinking.

The bed was cold beside me. I was completely naked, my cock soft against my thigh, the sheets still damp and smelling like sex. For a second I wondered if she’d left. If last night had been some kind of fever dream.

Then the caravan door opened.

Alice stepped inside.

She was already dressed — tight black shorts that hugged her thick thighs and a cropped hoodie that did nothing to hide the heavy swell of her big tits. Her dark hair was messy from last night, and she had that same little smirk on her face when she saw me sitting there naked.

She closed the door behind her, walked over, and sat on the end of the bed. Her eyes slowly dragged over my body — from my face down to my cock and back up again — before she finally spoke.

“Come on,” she said casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “My parents are out for the day. You need a shower.”

She didn’t move. She just sat there watching me, clearly enjoying the view of me naked in her bed while she was fully dressed. The morning light made everything feel more real — the dried cum on my skin, the ache in my muscles, the way her thick body looked even better in daylight.

I was still half-hard just from the way she was looking at me.