(**Fiction**) (*18+*) In which Dua Lipa and her girlfriend wake up together and play. Second-Person perspective.
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Comfortably nestled in Dua’s sheets, you yawned while your eyes adjusted to the sunlight filling her bedroom. You made a mental note to remind her that her drapes were too sheer, though the white lacey curtains were so her.
“Morning, baby.” Dua cooed as her sleepy eyes narrowed in on yours.
“Morning,” you grinned back, leaning across the plushy bedding to kiss her.
She giggled as she pulled out of the kiss and then covered her breasts with the blankets. Dua loved to sleep naked and begged you to anytime you slept in her bed with her.
“What’s so funny?”
She looked away sheepishly. “You were moaning in your sleep, baby.”
You were a little embarrassed that you’d made sounds. If you’d had a sex dream, it would have been nice to at least remember it.
“Must’a been dreaming of you.
She crawled closer and pulled the blankets off you, revealing your nude body. Her acrylic nails tickled the inside of your thigh when she tapped on it for you to open.