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3 am

... It listens, hears, connects to him. I convulse in my restrained space. I arch my back only to hit his chest, denying me the extension. His body, a restraint. Cumming, a deep crushing force, I am bearing down and contracting up all at the same time. It is complete, coming from my very soul, giving every ounce I have to give. He lets out a low resonating growl. His last drive into my dripping pussy is painfully deep. He holds himself there, jerking in my tight channel. I can feel the burning shots of hot cum pelting at my core. Suddenly, calm and relaxed, my mouth forms a lazy, smug smile. “Mmmmm… I love you. Thank you. You so own my ass,” I mumble, half laughing. It happens in an instant. I bolt upright. I am covered in a glistening film of sweat. The sheets are knotted and twisted. A pillow is lodged against my mound and between my thighs. My pussy is drenched and my nipples are hard and piercingly erect. I reach down to feel my sensitive twitching clit and engorged, slick lips. I look around at the…very empty bed. The bright red numbers on the clock say 3:03. I giggle. Grabbing another pillow and hugging it, I throw myself down. Oh god, what a freaking dream! I drift off to the thought, “Jeez, I hope they change these pillows before the next guest checks into the room.”