Wet Dreams

Smoothing the sheets over your mattress, her hands pausing when her fingers brushed a damp, cool patch. A knowing smile curled her lips, the evidence of your wet dream sent a thrill straight to her core. She couldn’t resist asking you about your dreams. Her voice a soft, teasing whisper as she sat on the edge of your bed. As you shyly begin to described them, she watched the bulge in your pajamas swell. A clear outline of your hardening cock pressing against the fabric. "I want you to show me how you touched yourself," she breathed, her command gentle but firm. When you obediently pull your pants down, your younger erection sprang free. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly as you grew impossibly harder. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, and a hunger she’s been suppressing took over. She had to taste you. Lowering her head, she licked that sweet drop directly from your slit, the flavor unlocking a floodgate of confession. She admitted, between soft sucks, how she’d touched you before while on her breast. She felt his hardness and couldn't let him suffer. You begin pulsing in her mouth, sucking up your first full load, savoring every drop. "I need you to stay hard for me," she murmured, wiping her lips, "because I've waited so long to feel you inside me." Sinking onto your shaft, crying out as you enter her completely. She rides you slowly, pressing your face to her breasts. Letting you suckle like you used to. "Cum deep inside me," she begged, "push it all the way in." It was everything she had ever fantasized about, and as you shudder and empty into her womb, she knew this was only the beginning. She would savor your taste and watch you grow. Ready to taste you again and again as you get older.