Jim was slightly drunk, as usual. Or maybe stoned. He came back from the post-concert party just wanting to get laid, which was nothing strange. I was reading on the bed, and he snuck up behind me, sticking one hand up my shirt and trying to undo my jeans with the other.

I turned over and let him undress me. Then he got between my legs and ate me out. Jim's expert at that, since he's often horny when he comes back from concerts and such, and I don't have his head start.

His tongue flicked my clit and ran up my folds until I was so close to a glorious orgasm but stopped just before I came.

He stood up. His thick cock was trying hard to straighten out into an erection in his tight jeans. He pulled them down and his cock stood straight out. (Jim rarely wears underwear.)

He lay down on top of me and in one quick thrust entered me. God, his cock feels so big. Jim moved slowly in and out of me; I pushed my hips upward to keep him from withdrawing. This went on for a while, then Jim started moving faster, fucking me passionately.

He came. I felt his frantic last few thrusts and then my hips started moving faster in response and I came too.

We lie there, exhausted after this. Jim is falling asleep from whatever he took at the party, and I'm warm and content.

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