Late again.

The air in the room is cool, our hands move under the blan­kets, asleep, I’m still halfway in a dream, luck­ily it works per­fectly. Both of us grop­ing, feel­ing, fin­ger­ing. My hand on his cock, his on my ass, rolling over each other, push­ing into each other, both in a dream. His penis so hard and warm, we both stroke it, images in my head dont match. In my dream the cock is in my mouth, but here it is in my hand. I am so wet, want­ing so much, unable to ful­fill.  My legs wrap around his and his hands are on my breast.  My head tells me hands are spread­ing my legs, but here they are grab­bing my ass.  Both visions col­lide and I am more awake than asleep.  “You should take of my shirt, feed me your cock, and cum on me” I whis­per while kiss­ing his ear, I sur­prise myself, I’m not usu­ally so ver­bal.  I am crushed by a kiss then pulled on top of him.  My shirt is stripped off, nip­ples sucked, then rolled back over.  I look up to this tall gor­geous body, this long hard penis, and he takes my head in one hand and his cock in the other, gen­tly feed­ing it to me, tilt­ing my head so the it eas­ily slides in and out, a gen­tle pace, but one with pur­pose.  The phone rings and we both know we have lim­ited time.  S___ releases my head and mas­sages my breasts, bring­ing the nip­ples to atten­tion as he begins to stroke his cock.  Faster and faster his hand moves, mas­tur­bat­ing on top of me, using my mouth and breasts on occa­sion, until he cums, spilling all over my chest, warm and slip­pery, I lick a lit­tle off my mouth.  “Good morn­ing.” he says with a grin, and is off to work late again.

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