Cockwarming Somno. Because Whats Better Than Cuddling And Fucking Into Her While She Sleeps

Cockwarming somno. Because what’s better than cuddling and fucking into her while she sleeps

okay, but like… getting tipsy on a hot summer day with your best friend.

hazy atmosphere that makes your already sluggish mind even more dazed. the occasional wave of cool air coming from the fan that’s barely working in the corner, threatening to become busted very soon. the booze warming your gut. sweaty, sticky skin. tiny shorts and exposed tummy. you’re staring at each other with heavy eyelids, letting out constant giggles and poking and prodding each other.

he catches you whenever you lean in to cover your face with your hands and laugh; hunches his back so that you’re as close as you can possibly be. his touch is hot — too hot — but the way he cups your cheeks and holds you steady feels good.

you look up, eyeing him from underneath your lashes that you can barely lift at the moment, and his gaze is as warm as the weather outside. glazed, big pupils that outright burn holes into you. pink cheeks adorned with dancing sunlight. lips slightly parting into a lazy grin.

his neck glimmers with sweat.

you push closer, until the tip of your nose bumps into his. he doesn’t move; just breathes a little quicker at the intrusion. listening intently now, you carefully kiss the blush on his cheek, feeling its warmth sear your lips. afterwards, you dip lower to taste the salt on the tender spot that’s just below his ear.

a sweet little sound escapes the depth of his throat at that. he sags against you, eyes fluttering shut. you continue, gliding your tongue, sinking your teeth in, sucking harshly. holding the side of his head; fingers twisting into his damp hair.

he moans this time. deep and needy. unashamed. everything seems to feel stronger when you’re drunk, more open, more relaxed. he’s feeling soft everywhere except for the place that’s between his legs. each time you suck or lick, his cock twitches in his shorts. grows bigger. heavier. all for his best friend.

it’s not long before you’re reaching out to touch him there, too. not long before you’re tracing the outline. fisting it and giving it a firm squeeze. kiss, stroke, kiss, stroke, kiss, stroke.

if he wasn’t melting before, he sure as hell is melting now.

you like to act so big and tough but if i sat you on my lap and kissed your neck you’d just sit there making pretty noises and being a good girl wouldn’t you?

Hickies on the titties

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Sleepy guys deserve to wake up with a needy little mouth wrapped around their cock

I think a girl fingering me under a blanket while we’re watching movies would actually cure me of everything that I’ve been feeling the past week or so. Just a thought.

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