The drive home is quite silent because both of us are already tired. It's three o'clock and we are up for nine hours already, traveling and partying since the early hours. On top of that the excitement and other amazing emotions drain us mentally.
I kick off my heels and rest my head on Dillon’s lap. "Tired?" he asks me, and I nod, rubbing my cheek against his manhood making him hiss. "Sorry," I mumble with a smirk. Dillon exhales slowly. "These heels and children make it impossible not to be tired," I laugh trying to lighten the situation. If I wasn't so tired I'd be doing more than lying on his manhood.
I fall asleep unwillingly. I'd prefer to be able to chat to my birthday boy and laugh our heads off while he makes dirty jokes. But I'm drained and sleep is the only option for me now.
