Hello Z! I come offering a thirsty thot on this fine Friday evening sleepover... So of course Charlie loves it when you wake him up with a blowjob, but do you know what he loves even more? When his dick flicks out of your mouth with a pop, slick with spit, standing proudly at attention as you then proceed to crawl back up his body until you’re straddling his lap. His cock taps at your tummy and his eyes scan every inch of the skin you’ve bared to him, dappled by the rays of the early morning sun peeking through the blinds. You lift your hips, one hand gripping firmly at his base as you line the flushed tip of him up with your entrance, letting out the sweetest moan as you sink down over his length. He groans, deep and long, voice rough with sleep, hands snaking to grab a tight hold of your hips as they settle on him once more. He holds you still, reveling in the feeling of your inner muscles gripping him, wet and hot and tight, until it’s too much to bear. You begin to work your hips fluidly, rhythmically, ebbing and flowing like the tide, cresting over him, hands planted on his supple pecs. You ride him slowly, sensually, like the lapping of a brook against the rocks, and Charlie melts into it, into you, losing himself in the pleasure you pull from him with each slide of your velvety heat. He loves the blowjobs, of course he does, he loves everything you do to him, every inch of yourself that you give to him. But this? This is *heaven.*
