she looks so peaceful curled up in my bed, breathing slow and soft, completely unaware of how much mommy wants her. i love slipping under the covers behind her when she’s already deep in sleep, pressing my body against her warm back.
my hand slides under her dusty pink shirt, gently cupping one soft breast, thumb brushing over her nipple until it tightens even in her dreams. i kiss the back of her neck, light little presses of my lips, while my fingers trail lower... slipping beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts.
she’s so warm and soft between her legs. even asleep, her body knows mommy. she gets wet so easily for me, slick coating my fingers as i gently stroke her pretty pussy. slow, lazy circles around her clit, never enough to wake her right away.
sometimes she makes the sweetest little sounds—tiny whimpers, soft sighs, her hips twitching faintly against my hand while she’s still lost in sleep. that’s when i get bolder. i slide one finger inside her, then two, fucking her gently while i whisper against her ear:
“shhh, baby... it’s just mommy. go back to sleep. let me take care of this needy little pussy.”
when she starts to stir, when her breathing changes and those sleepy moans get louder, i press my strap against her from behind, pull aside her shorts, and ease inside her. slow and deep. i fuck her softly while she’s half-asleep, one hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds, the other rubbing her clit in steady circles.
i love the moment she finally wakes up properly. confused, overwhelmed, and already so close, realizing mommy has been using her for who knows how long.
“that’s it, babygirl,” i whisper as i thrust deeper. “mommy couldn’t wait. you looked too pretty sleeping... i had to have you.”
i don’t stop until she comes for me, trembling, whimpering, still hazy with sleep and pleasure. meanwhile i hold her tight and tell her what a good, helpless little girl she is for mommy.
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