Thinking about having a cute guy in his shirt and underwear sleeping peacefully next to me. How I could lie awake, watching his breaths as I get more and more aroused, unable to sleep. How I could eventually give in to the urge to reach over to his slightly parted legs, moving agonisingly slowly so as not to rouse him.
How I could ever so gently brush my fingers over his tdick, softly thumbing it and stroking it as he begins to get harder under my hand. Maybe he'd stir slightly in his sleep, whimpering quietly in his throat as he is unknowingly pleasured. I could increase the pressure just a little, feeling his needy dick starting to strain at his boxers, throbbing. He could let out a soft moan, his body acting for him as his hips subtly push into my fingers.
I could keep teasing him, cautious, only my hand moving so as not to disturb his rest. Then I'd just thumb his sensitive dick as my other fingers traced down over his boxers, feeling how much he'd soaked them. He could whine as I pressed my fingers against his hole, breathing heavily and weakly grinding on them.
I'd finally pull his boxers to the side carefully, still stroking his tdick as I slipped a finger into his leaky, wet cunt. He'd moan louder, groggily stirring from his sleep, confused and disoriented but too hazy from the pleasure to do anything except lie there and whimper, gazing at my shadow through blurry eyes. I'd fuck into him harder, no longer worried about waking him as I curled my finger up into him and circled his dick's silky head.
He'd be a useless mess under me, still barely awake, in a haze as he squirmed and panted desperately. Maybe I could keep fingering him until he came all over his boxers. Maybe I could slide them off and suck his twitching, red tdick. Maybe I could pull my hand away cruelly and shove my hips in his face, for him to attempt to sleepily tongue my own tdick. He'd be so overwhelmed and weak and dazed, it'd be so easy to use his mouth however I pleased.
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