Billy falls asleep on Karen’s pussy

Billy knew he couldn’t last much longer. He began yelling out into her pussy, but the muffled vibrations only seemed to pleasure Karen even more. Her thighs squeezed tighter around his head, and her orgasm grew stronger.

“YESSS!!” she cried.

Billy’s big wide doe eyes were poking over Karen’s muff, pleading for mercy. His hands were at her thighs, desperately tapping out like a spastic butterfly. The thick, heady scent of Karen’s pussy was taking over his brain, and the lack of oxygen was getting to him. Karen’s legs squeezed his head in pulses, as waves of her orgasm ran through her.

“OH! OHH! OH! OH! OHHHH!!”

That was it. Karen’s legs tightened around Billy’s head for one final squeeze, and the poor boy just couldn’t take it. His darkening vision faded all the way out. His tapping stopped, and his arms slid limply off Karen’s squeezing thighs. Trapped against a wealthy milf’s pussy, breathless, and getting his head squeezed tight… Billy went out.

After letting the last tingling aftershocks of her orgasm run through her, Karen finally uncrossed her ankles. Her legs spread, releasing Billy from his steamy, high-pressure prison at last.

Without her thighs to hold him in place, Billy’s head flopped forward limply onto Karen’s pussy. Out like a light. Slumped forward in his kneeling position, completely motionless. Karen scoffed as she realized he was out cold.

“Oh my…~” Karen peered down him. His cheek was resting on her soft thigh, his lips drooling onto the silky flesh. “Are you out again~?”

Karen was deeply amused by just how dominated this boy really was. Some boxing legend he was turning out to be - he couldn’t even put up a fight against Karen’s pussy without getting finished.

“You must be awfully sleepy, Billy… Taken down by my pussy, of all things,” she clicked her tongue, delighting in the domination.

The poor boy just couldn’t keep up. He wasn’t built to handle a hot body like Karen’s. Her pussy had overwhelmed him, and sent him spiralling into unconsciousness. No doubt the young man’s “brain fog” would be returning in ****, over the next few days… What a shame. Karen laughed.

The cruel, cold-hearted bitch placed a foot on Billy’s limply lolling forehead and pushed it back, making his body tumble over backwards. He landed in a heap, starfished on the floor of Karen’s dining room.

“Idiot,” she sneered down at him. “Satisfying… But stupid.”

Karen took a moment to admire the back of her hands. Looking over those kissed, worshipped knuckles, still slightly gleaming under the light from the poor boy’s affection. He had sure enjoying smooching those delicate, milfy hands before he’d gone out…

There were plenty of other small, gleaming patches all over Karen’s body from his wet, worshipful kisses, and a particularly large one on her thigh from his slumbering drool. Not to mention the sparkle of pussy juices that covered her brilliantly glinting pussy.

Goodness. That had been such a satisfying orgasm, made all the better by the fact that Billy had been put to sleep in the middle of it. Karen really did own that boy, inside and out.

Feeling triumphant, Karen stood from her seat to slap Billy awake again.

“Gooouuhhh…” Billy groaned, coming to on the third slap. Karen gave him a fourth for good measure, sending his head to the other side. He barely reacting to the touch of her soft, milf bitch hand, except to groan yet again.

He didn’t both to move any of his weirdly-crumpled limbs, but he did move his head to at least look at Karen as he lay there. The scent of her pussy still covered his face, and he could almost still feel the squeeze of her thighs on his face…

Karen stood above him like a goddess, still naked underneath that open dressing gown, her pussy glinting with love. “You still have work to do, Billy,” she told the barely-recovering boy. “I expect the windows cleaned and my silverware polished before you leave.”

Billy wasn’t in a position to object. And so, under Karen’s smug, watchful gaze, Billy staggered up to his feet and stumbled towards the kitchen. The only good news was, with how drowsy he was feeling, Billy didn’t need to “act” all that brain-fogged anymore.

“Better get to it, champ,” Karen gloated, her hands proudly on her hips as Billy began with the silverware, his mind in a haze.