Party At Cristie's House

Gary finds Cristie drunk on her bed, she did want him to fuck her, then while strips her naked, she passed out. Well, she did want to be fucked.

The party in Cristie’s house was starting to whine down.

But, in one of her bedrooms, Ivary was being fucked by Brett. She was on her back on that bed, and he was pounding her missionary style. “Fuck me, fuck me,” Ivary repeatedly moaned.

Then in the other bedroom, Ami Marie was being fucked by Derek. She was on her hands and knees on the bed. Derek was fucking her doggiestyle. “I’m a bitch in heat!” Ami Marie repeatedly moaned while Derek’s crotch was slapping against her ass cheeks.

I walked into Cristie’s master bedroom to find her sprawled out on her stomach on the middle of her bed.

“It’s you, Gary,” Cristie slurred. “I’m horny, will you fuck me?” she slurred.

“If that’s what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she slurred.

"You always did know how to have a good time, Cristie," I said and couldn’t resist her offer.

I stripped down, my cock already hardening at the thought of what I was about to do. I approached her, my eyes roaming over her body, still fully clothed.

Then I noticed that Cristie passed out. “Well, she did ask me to fuck mer,” I said then started to undress her, my fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her lacy bra. I couldn't help but groan at the sight of her perky tits, straining against the fabric.
I continued to undress her, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I slipped off her skirt, revealing her matching lace panties. I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned down and started to suck on her toes, my tongue swirling around each one. I loved the way she squirmed in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips.

I moved up, my tongue trailing up her leg, tasting her skin. I reached her pussy, already wet and ready for me. I couldn't resist any longer. I dove in, my tongue lapping up her juices. I loved the way she tasted, sweet and tangy. I sucked on her clit, my fingers sliding inside her, fucking her slowly.
I moved up to my face, my cock hard and ready. I rubbed it against her lips, coating it with her saliva.

I couldn't resist any longer, and moved down, positioning myself at her entrance, my cock sliding in easily. I started to fuck her, slow and steady, my hips grinding against hers.
“Your pussy feels so good, Cristie," I groaned. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her body responding to mine even in her sleep. I picked up the pace, my cock slamming into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the room.
I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. I could feel her body tensing, her orgasm building.

"That's it, Cristie, cum for me," I growled, my cock slamming into her harder. I could feel her walls clenching around me, her body convulsing as she came, her juices coating my cock.
I kept fucking her, my cock sliding in and out of her easily, coated in her juices. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening. I slammed into her one last time, my cock pulsing as I came, my cum filling her pussy. I collapsed on top of her, my cock still inside her, my body spent.
I pulled out, my cum leaking out of her pussy, coating her thighs. I couldn't resist one last taste. I leaned down, my tongue lapping up our combined juices. I loved the way she tasted, the mix of us together.

I cleaned her up, my hands gently wiping away the evidence of our encounter. I dressed her, tucking her in, a soft smile on my face. I couldn't resist one last kiss, my lips brushing against hers. "Until next time, Cristie," I whispered, before turning and leaving, my cock already hardening at the thought of our next encounter.

As I walked out, I couldn't help but chuckle. Cristie always did know how to have a good time, even when she was passed out drunk. I couldn't wait for our next adventure, the possibilities were endless.