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(In the Guest Room, continued...)
You start to gently stroke Ryan’s cock. Your own pussy juice provides the initial lubrication but when that dries up you take a second to dribble spit into your palm, then start stroking him again. You want to make him cum. You want his see his sticky sperm spurting and dribbling from his beautiful cock.
You are acting on pure impulse now. If you took a moment to think, you’d probably realize that there is little-to-no chance of jerking Ryan to orgasm without waking him up…
“Who is that? What are you doing?” he whispers. You freeze, your fingers still wrapped around his rod. He has raised his head and is looking at straight at you, squinting in the darkness.
“Nothing,” you whisper. “Go back to sleep.”
That was never going to work. “What the fuck do you mean, go back to sleep!” He starts to raise himself up on one elbow.
You feel a momentary urge to apologize and run the hell out of there, but then what? It wouldn’t just end now. The ramifications of your actions tonight could be far-reaching and probably humiliating for you. So instead you decide to double-down and own the situation.
“Ssshhh! You’ll wake everyone,” you hiss, not removing your hand from his prick. You place your other hand on his bare chest and firmly push him back down on the mattress.
“Jesus,” he whispers, but he stays down.
“Be quiet and enjoy it,” you whisper back, tickling his nipples with your nails. You lean over him and spit directly on to the head of his prick, then you polish his knob with your palm before resuming the stroking action.
“Holy shit…” he sighs. “I can’t believe this is happening…”
Ryan’s cock now starts growing rapidly in your grip. You thought it was big before, but now that he’s fully awake and aware, his prick wastes no time in achieving its full length and girth. A dribble of clear pre-cum oozes from the tip and trickles on to your hand.
“You like this, don’t you Ryan?” you tease. “Tell me how much you want it.”
“I’ve fucking dreamed of this moment,” he pants. “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you…”
Your heart soars as you hear that Ryan wants you as much as you want him. But you don’t want to let him know that. It would give him too much power over you.
“You want this body?” you ask teasingly.
“I want you,” he replies, reaching out to touch your hair.
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