Would it be possible to ask for a part two of the wet dreams ask but with the clockers (scar bdubs etho)?
Lowkey annoyed about it but still ends up closing her eyes and trailing a hand down her torso to touch herself to the thought of you, of all the things she'd do to you, all the pretty sounds you'd make for her. She can practically hear your muffled moans, her imagination so vivid as she fantasizes about pinning you down and sitting on your pretty face.
Absolutely shameless, his hand is already on his cock by the time he wakes up. Takes it slow so he can imagine you in all kinds of ways. Some of his favorite are you kneeling pretty for him, taking his cock deep in your throat, or maybe he'd press your knees against your shoulders and fuck you so deep your eyes roll back. Maybe he'd press your face into the sheets and fuck you nice and slow from behind as you whine and beg.
Does Not Wake Up. He's on his stomach, hugging his pillow as he grinds against the mattress, moaning and drooling as he dreams about you bouncing on his cock, thighs shaking as you struggle, how you'd gasp and moan as he stretched you open on his cock. He fixates on being bigger than you, in his dreams. Not height wise, he's not that deluded, but he knows he's thick. Thigh thighs, thick fingers, thick cock.
