An Angel's Rest

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Pleasuring my lover in her sleep.
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The night is thick, water running down my skin,
Steam rises, my cock swelling, hard as sin.
I picture her, tired, body soft and sweet,
In our bed, her day complete.

The water teases, trickling down my length,
As I think of her beauty, my cock gains strength.
The thought of her sleeping, unaware,
Drives me wild, a primal flare.

I step out, dripping, quiet and sly,
Naked, throbbing, ready to try.
She lies there, perfect, soft, serene,
Like an angel—every man’s dream.

My cock pulses as I near her form,
Admiring her curves, her body warm.
How did I get so lucky? I wonder in awe,
She’s everything I need, my perfect law.

I slip beneath the covers, hand moving slow,
Her soft body stirs, letting out a gentle glow.
One finger traces her lips with care,
My thumb finds her clit, swollen and bare.

She whimpers, her body instinctively tight,
But she’s still lost in the dream of night.
I feel her getting wetter, so soft and slick,
As I finger her gently, my cock aching, thick.

Her pussy drenches my fingers, hot and sweet,
And I can’t help but imagine, our bodies will meet.
I lower myself, my mouth seeking her out,
Her clit throbs under my tongue—no doubt.

I lick slow, savouring her taste,
Each stroke of my tongue, never in haste.
Her soft moans start to grow, a breathy sigh,
But still, she sleeps—half awake, half high.

My tongue pushes deeper, flicking her clit,
I know she’ll wake soon, feeling every bit.
But I take my time, lapping her clean,
Savouring her sweetness, my queen.

She stirs, confused, caught in between,
Is it a dream, or is this scene real and obscene?
That’s when I grip her thighs, pulling her near,
My mouth on her pussy, full of raw desire.

I eat her more aggressively, harder, deep,
Making sure she cums in that in-between sleep.
Her body shakes, her moans — an angelic howl
Half-awake, she cums, my angel, so wild.

Her juices flow, wetting my face,
I devour her completely, setting the pace.
Her taste, her moans, her trembling form,
Make me harder, the night is warm.

She’s mine, every inch, every sound,
I’ll make her cum again, before the night is drowned.

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