Stas groaned as she rolled out of bed, her head spinning from the aftermath of the previous night's party. She had always been the one to throw the best parties, and last night was no exception. But as she stumbled towards the kitchen, her mouth dry and her stomach churning, she couldn't help but regret her decision to have that last shot of tequila.
As she reached the kitchen, she noticed a figure sprawled out on the couch. It was Zakhar, her best friend and partner in crime. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight of him, his mouth wide open and a trail of drool running down his cheek.
"Worthless drunk," she muttered, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "Good for nothing but snoring."
Despite her annoyance, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement. Zakhar had always been the wild one, the one who was up for anything and everything. And even in his sleep, he couldn't control himself. As she looked at him, she noticed the bulge in his pants.
"Even in his sleep, he can't control himself," she said, shaking her head. She couldn't help but poke at the bulge, a playful smirk on her face.
To her surprise, Zakhar started to stir. His eyes opened slowly, and he saw Stas sitting next to him. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, her smirk growing wider. "You're not done entertaining me yet."
Zakhar was still half-asleep, and he didn't fully understand what was happening. Stas took advantage of the situation and started to undo his pants.
"What are you doing?" Zakhar asked, trying to push her away.
"What does it look like, idiot?" Stas responded, pulling out his massive, hairy member. "I'm going to finish what you started last night."
Zakhar tried to protest, but Stas was having none of it. She forcefully pushed his member into her mouth and started to suck.
Zakhar's protests turned into moans as Stas expertly worked her mouth up and down his shaft. She took her time, savoring every inch of him.
Zakhar couldn't believe what was happening. He tried to hold back, but it was no use. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.
Stas sensed this and redoubled her efforts. She took him deeper into her throat, her tongue swirling around the tip of his member.
Zakhar couldn't take it any longer. With a loud moan, he released himself into Stas's mouth. She swallowed every last drop, a satisfied smile on her face.
As Zakhar collapsed back onto the couch, spent, Stas wiped her mouth and stood up.
"Happy New Year, Zakhar," she said, before walking away, leaving him to wonder what the hell just happened.
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