Nighty-Night Time

“Shhh, just relax, little lamb. Dont think about (yawn) boring, exhausting old wrestling matches. Think nice thoughts and drift to sleep. Nice, warm, soft, bootyful thoughts,” Sharren coos, lulling you deeper and deeper into her soporific clutches. Your weary face–swallowed up past even your ears by sleep-inducing booty meat–moans against the Sleepy Lamb’s plump flesh, rewarding her with a pleasant vibration against her sensitive skin as she rocks you to sleep in such an erotically dominating yet gentle way. She even goes so far as to gently hum a lullaby for you, and as all this happens you feel all the stress, pain, and frustration you’ve felt today (which has been a lot) feels like a distant memory. Your hands, drawn to the softness and warmth of Sharren’s doughy ass, instinctively start to squeeze and hug it like the massive fleshy pillow it is as your exhausted body drifts off into slumberland, you feel every part of you going limp…

…Well, all except one part of you: your raging hard-on, which has been throbbing and leaking pre-cum in your shorts for an uncomfortably long time now. You’ve never felt so sleepy and horny all at once, it’s like you’re having a powerfully lucid wet dream, but the longer this erotic lullaby goes on the more your increasing arousal wins over your sleepiness, keeping you just on the cusp of consciousness. After all, it’s hard to drift to sleep when your erection is even harder, and Sharren’s making it harder than you ever remember it being. You need a release before you can drift off to sleep and forget this match, but you’re much too exhausted to do anything about it. You barely have the energy to squirm in aroused discomfort against this sexy sheep girl’s ass, much less stroke yourself to completion.

Fortunately, Sharren notices your pathetic plight and takes mercy on you. She yawns, clearly getting ready to fall back asleep herself at any moment. “Oh, sorry, little lamb. Are you too pent-up to fall asleep? I get it. Here, let me help. I find in times like these that (yawn) counting sheep always helps.” With that, Sharren clenches her glutes–securing your head between her fluffy wobblecakes with ease–and gently flips over.

In your semi-conscious state, you can barely tell that you’ve been flipped onto your back, your limp arms sprawled to the sides as Sharren rests her enormous ass on your face. She’s careful not to use her entire weight, though, propping her hands behind her on the mat and leaning back on them to keep most of her massive ass’ astronomical mass from overwhelming your face. She lifts her butt just enough to give you room to breathe while still keeping a pleasant amount of warm, soothing pressure on your face, like sleeping with a fleshy weighted pillow. Sharren takes a moment to gently wiggle her asscheeks atop you, playfully buffeting your drowsy face and eliciting another horny moan from you. “You comfy, Tommy? Good. Now just (yawn) think of me and my counting, and you’ll find yourself ‘cumming’ to dreamland in no time.”

Your half-lidded eyes watch as the Sleepy Lamb lifts her ass up a little higher before plopping the whole thing on you with a sensual, fleshy thud. The full weight of her butt flattens and swallows up your head in its entirety, eclipsing it like the ‘Goodnight Moon’ it is. She proceeds to slowly gyrate her hips back and forth, thoroughly smearing acres of soft, sheepy booty all over your drowsy head as she begins counting. “Onnnnnnnne.” Your cock throbs eagerly from this powerful smothering sensation, letting Sharren know right away how effective this is on you. After a few more moments of slow, hypnotic grinding, she lifts her ass up once more, giving you a few moments to breathe while looking at her thong-clad ass in hushed, drowsy awe before she continues.

POMPF “Twwooooooo.” Once more, you’re enveloped by her creamy cheeks as Sharren continues to rock you to sleep *and* release with just her hips. All you can do is moan helplessly in listless arousal as your consciousness loses all sense of reality. The only thing that feels real to you is Sharren’s unbelievable booty enveloping all of your senses and frying your overworked brain through its sheer overwhelming presence and heft.

POMPF “Threeeeee” Have you still not cum yet? It feels like so much time as passed while not passing at all, making the pleasure feel all the more intense yet agonizing

POMPF “Fourrrrr” You have the faint feeling that this might lead to the greatest, most restful sleep you’ve ever had in your life. Sharren and her ridiculously plump body might just forever ruin normal beds and pillows for you.

POMPF “Fiveeee.” Your cock, which has been profusely leaking precum this whole time, can't take it anymore, and you cum like a geyser as Sharren grinds her ass atop your head one more time. “That’s it. Let it all out, little lamb,” she cooed as she watched you spurt rope after rope inside your now-soiled wrestling shorts. She didn't even have to touch your manhood once, and this counting sheep still had you eating out the palm of her hand. Or rather, moaning from beneath her ass as the overstimulation finally takes over.

After a climax that felt like it went on for both an eternity and just for a moment, you feel the final reserves of energy in your body deplete as you suddenly feel more exhausted than you’ve ever felt in your life, too tired to even squirm. Once she’s confident you’re utterly spent, Sharren lazily rolls to the side enough to lift her ass off you and reveal your soporose face to the world, a dumb yet comfy expression on it. “There we go. Looks like you’re finally ready to fall asleep, Tommy. (yaaaaaaawn). Let’s finally end this match and drift off to dreamland together, shall we? I’ve been looking for a new cuddle buddy, and you’re as comfy as you are cute. In fact (yawn) let’s cuddle up one more time as I officially pin you.”

Sharren rolls over onto you, dropping her gigantic breasts on your head and once more swallowing it between them as she lays her massive figure on you. She starts pleasantly humming again while hugging you against her, smooshing you against more of her body as the ref goes in for the 3-count. "Nighty-night, Tommy.~" At this point, even the crowd has mostly gone silent, as the Sleepy Lamb’s enchanting, anesthetic tactics had everyone watching in listless awe. By the time the ref finishes the count and announces Sharren as the winner, the two of you have already drifted to sleep, and the resulting cheers are mostly hushed and quiet out of respect for her. No one wanted to wake the Sleepy Lamb and her new cuddle toy. Meanwhile, the events of this so-called ‘match’ are likely going to be a recurring wet dream for you for a long time to cum.