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I lay here awake, watching you sleep and I’m unable to get last night out of my head. The sun shines in through the slight bend of the curtains and flows along your body. Your shirt is pulled up from sleeping; exposing the bottom of your breasts and a nipple is peeking out as you lay on your back with an arm above your head.Watching your breathing start to change, I roll to my side propping myself on my elbow as a moan escapes your lips. ‘Was it a moan? What you are dreaming about?’ I ask myself as I rise a bit more surveying the room around us.Wet clothes scattered around, while the sheets and comforter lay sprawled on the bed. There is a pizza box pushed back and open on the dresser, along with a bottle of Bacardi 151 and a bottle of Pepsi on your nightstand. On my nightstand, the table lamp is on its side with an ashtray, a half smoked joint, and loose bud all around the pipe. Four or five different toys lay tossed around the room along with their packages, every one of them used last night.‘You knew when you bought them, didn’t you?’ A grin crosses my face as I think of you in the store filling a basket with all the new adventures in store for that night. ‘Did you believe that we would use them all last night?’ A soft laugh leaves my lips thinking about it.I watch as a wave of goosebumps çankaya escort covers your body. ‘Just what are you dreaming about?’ I slide a little closer to try and translate your inaudible words as you sleep.Shifting closer, I feel the pangs and the stiffness of last night. I run my hand up my side and for the first time realizing I don’t have a shirt on and my boy shorts are half off my hips. As my hand slides over my ribs, I feel a tinge of pain, bite mark most likely. Cupping my breast my nipple hardens as the palm of my hand slides over it. My hand goes up and over my neck feeling more bite marks, bruises and scratch marks on the back of my neck. “Battle wounds,” I say with a grin and a shake of my head.Continuing to explore my body, I watch as yours slightly twitches. You shift, and the shirt raises just enough to pop out one nipple and the sheets fall further down your hip giving me a better view. I can see the damage I caused. That bite mark just above your nipple; the bruise that looks like my thumb just under your jaw line. Then there are the scratches on your side and what looks like another bite mark peeking out from between your thighs.I can’t help but smile as my hand moves down and I feel the ache. My hunger is becoming more of a need rus escort to touch you, and to taste you.I shift closer to you making sure not to bump into your sleeping body; I don’t want you waking up just yet. My hand has wandered into my shorts, and my fingers slide over my wet slit. The cold cum is mixing with the fresh causes goosebumps throughout my body.I take out both fingers and taste the one. ‘Your dream seems to be getting good,’ I think as I watch you arch your back and slightly part your lips. I lightly trace my index finger over them, leaving my sweetness on your mouth. My finger travels down over your chin, down your neck, moving gently over the line of your shirt, lifting it a bit more to expose your other breast.I trace my fingers around watching goosebumps rise around your hardening nipples. I then circle my fingertips around each breast before letting my middle finger trace between them and down. You moan again in your sleep and, I lean in to listen. “Ayl…” your voice is soft and breathless.‘Are you awake?’My fingertip slides down your stomach to the waist of your panties tracing along them. My eyes follow my fingers, and I can see a damp spot. ‘Is that from last night, your dream or now? Let’s find out shall we?’I move down over the fabric, eryaman escort over your mound, and slipping down your slit feeling the damp spot; feeling the warmth. I press lightly as I look back at you, wanting to see your reaction and you bite your lip, now I know you can taste me.You squeeze your thighs together, and I move my hand quickly away as you shift, letting out another half moan and turn to your side placing your back to me. Another grin crosses my face. ‘Did that tickle, baby?’ I think trying not to laugh out loud. I freeze at that moment, hand hovering over you and my breath held. I wasn’t ready for you to wake just yet, we played your game last night, and I want to play mine today.Once I feel like you have drifted back to sleep, I continue to play by tracing my fingertips along your thigh, up your side, and over your shoulder pushing your hair to the side exposing your neck to me. I lightly slide my fingers down your side, going back up following the wave of goosebumps to your breasts as my index and middle to caress either side of your nipple. Your shirt moves up allowing me to see your perfect tits. I gently squeeze my fingers together as I press my skin against yours, sliding my lips over your neck as I am giving another squeeze.Leaving your breast my fingers trail down your side once again, moving over your hip, down the middle of your cheek and the back of your thigh. A gasp escapes you as I run my index finger back up close to your, now partially exposed puffy lips.I cup your ass, rubbing it as you start to stir and push back into me.
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