We lay in her bed. Lights out. It'd been a rough day. I'm on my back wearing boxers and a cover. She has her head on my chest, her hand lying gently on my stomach. I wrap my arm around her, rub her back and fiddle with her hair as I begin to drift off to sleep. It's been quiet for the last 35 minutes or so and she shifts her head forward a bit for comfort. I can feel her perky breasts pressed against my side. No bra, just a tee shirt and panties. I feel my body react to that kind of thinking, but I'm too close to sleep for it to matter.
I feel her shift again. This time she puts her head on my stomach and pushes the covers down a bit so it's not in her face. I start to come out of stupor a little and begin to get anxious. "Is she gonna do what I think she's going to do?" I thought.
She moves again and pushes the blanket away. This time she reaches into my boxers and pulls out my hard on. She strokes it a few times before I feel the heat of her mouth on the end. She licks it and puts it in her mouth a little at a time before I feel her start to go up and down on it. Her hair dances over my stomach as she starts to really work it. After a few minutes she stops to catch her breath, but continues to stroke it, before she giving me more.
She had always told me that she doesn't give head. It must just be my lucky day.
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