I’m dreaming that I’m getting my dick sucked.
I’m confused. It’s a dream, but it’s also not a dream. I’m slow to wake, I always am. I look down, wiping the confusion from my eyes. Trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. What I’m feeling.
A wall of silky brown hair blocks my view below my waist.
“Uhhh…?”I mumble groggily, only half awake.
A tan, bronzed arm reaches out, pushes the hair back behind her head.
It’s Aya. Of course it is. My cock is in her mouth, stiff, hard, and tall. My balls tight and swollen at its base.
She smiles at me. Winks. She’s impossibly cute. I stare.
She pulls her lips off my shaft, tongues my balls. I groan.
“Morning,” she says.
“Oh fuck,” I say, the tip of her tongue running up the underside of my cock, flicking across my glans. My eyes roll back in my head.
“My laundry’s starting to pile up…” she says, her velvety tongue lapping at my balls, “Unless you want me to stop…?”
“No!” I groan, pushing her head back down.