Ooooo can we do peeping Tom for Jonathan 👀👀
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You've caught peeping tom: Jonathan
warning: somnophilia
You would consider Jonathan a highly respectable boyfriend. He was kind, shy, and polite. When he would come visit he would bring some flowers for your mom and was respectful to your father.
But he had a secret. A secret that if discovered he would probably die from the shame. He thought you were picturesque but taking a photo was never good enough in some moments. Like when you were asleep. When he would sleep over he would watch sleep. The moon's glow on your skin was breathtaking. He didn't have time to get out his camera and snap a photo of you sleeping. He also thought it was rude, what if you woke up? He would just bask in the moment. You were wearing a beautiful slip dress. a strap slid down your shoulder, revealing more of your cleavage.
Jonathan's mouth goes dry. He looks at your serene face, nice and relaxed, you were out like a light. He could indulge himself this time why not. Slowly, he slides his hand over his boxers and begins to palm himself. He leans back against the headboard and lets out a shaky breath. He continues to grind against his hand trying not to make too many quick movements. His eyes move over your body. You never liked to sleep under the covers completely. Your bare legs were out and your dress as risen up to reveal your pretty pink underwear. He bites his lip as he feels himself get hard at the sight. He needed to deal with this now.
He slips out of the bed quietly and kneels on the floor next to your sleeping body. He takes his cock out and begins to masturbate at the sight of you. His hand is quick, his grip tightens over the head, he didn't want to disturb you. He needed to hurry up and finish. He was starting to get red in the face and lightheaded, he didn't want to make any noise.
He was close he was almost there when you stir, "Jonathan? Is that you?" He counts his blessings when he sees your eyes are still closed. He keeps moving at a slower pace, trying to get back to the blood-rushing moment, "yeah baby it's me."
You whimper, "The bed's all cold. Come back to bed." You turn over showing off your ass to him. He lets out a strained moan. "In a bit, I'm putting on my socks. I need to go to the bathroom." Quickly, he tucks himself away and rushes to your bathroom. He hunches over the counter and finishes himself off, pathetically. Cum dribbles into his hand and onto the floor. He looks up and sees how pitiful he looked not being able to finish the way he wanted to. Over top of you, staining your sheets, your clothes. and you.
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