you wake up, your in a bed but it's not yours. who's could it be?
"shit. i must've passed out drunk lastnight." you say to your self.
the one and only clapton davis walks into the room wearing a short sleeve grey t-shirt with black boxers hugging his cock so tight.
"morning sleepy head." he says in a raspy voice, you gulp
"what happend lastnight clapton?"
"nothing much, we were just taking shots and you got very very drunk, so i took you to my house." he smiled
i was so horny, i just wanted him.
"mind if i join you?" he said
"yeah sure, it is your bed of course."
he slowly got under the covers and put his head on your chest
"is that okay?"
"yeah, i don't mind." i say, my clit tingles as he adjusts himself to be comfier
i fall asleep and the time is 9:30 am when i wake up again. there's somthing sticky on me but i don't think anything of it
"oh y/n~ aaah" what the fuck? is he really jerking off right now? i mean yeah, i like him but why?
" erm clapton??" "SHIT OMG IM SO SORRY Y/N, it's just i'm really really horny right now."
"i could tell, well you helped me last night. so i might as-well help you."
"w-w-what?" he says confused.
"you heard me, spit on my hand." i start to jerk him off and as soon as you know it. his cum is all over me.
