Imagine asking Quentin what he’s into and getting him to sheepishly admit he’s a somnophile. You’re intrigued so you give him permission to wake you.
Of course he’s nervous at first. Gazing at your serene figure corrodes his reluctance. Quentin is very careful to start off gently. Your dewy l*bia is so soft against his lips. As much as he’d like to fiddle with it, he avoids your cl*t in order to keep you in the Land of Nod for just a bit longer.
Tongue as deep inside your p*ssy as he can manage, Quentin fantasies about how pliant you’d be around his c*ck. And almost creams his pants. So he quickly starts l*cking your cl*toris so you’ll c*m before him.










