Mommy coming home after a long day to find me curled asleep in her bed. At first, she’d find it so sweet. She’d crawl into bed with me, and slide her hands up under my slightly oversized shirt with the intention to cuddle me to.
But, then she’d realize, I’m not wearing anything under. No shorts or panties. She would never pass up an easy opportunity like that. She’d slide her fingers up and down my slit, playing with my cute little cunt, until I’m practically leaking. She’d be careful not to wake me up just yet, because, that’d just ruin the fun. Maybe she’d lift my shirt and watch me shiver ad my nipples harden in the cold air. She knows how easily I get cold. She’d kiss down my front before placing a little kiss on my clit before she finally learns down to eat me out.
Oh and I’d be such a sleepy little mess, I’d unconsciously try to pull away, but she’d hold me perfectly in place, watching my hips jerk away from the bed. She’d love the little whimpers I let out from how good it feels, while my my body tries to retain my sleep.
When I’m finally half awake and whine “Mommyyy,” craving my safe person, my mommy, my comfort, maybe she’d feel a little bad about ruining her sweet bunny’s sleep. Maybe she’d pull me in to cradle me against her, kissing the side of my head, before letting me latch onto her breast to suckle. Maybe she’d circle my clit with the tip of her freshly done nails or slowly press them inside me, not doing anything too overstimulating. All until I finally drift off again.
But my mommy likes to be a little mean at times. She’d go and grab her strap, one slightly larger than what I’m used to, leaving me a delirious mess on her bed, craving her warmth. Before I can fully wake up, I’d feel a big stretch and her weight shifting above me, leading to more whining and my helpless gripping at her shirt. Even in my sleepy state, I know I’m not allowed to bite hard, so I try to softly bite onto her shoulder to try and muffle myself. She’d enjoy every tremble of my body as I try to accommodate her strap. She soak in the every tear that would stream down my face into her shirt. She would pound into me ruthlessly until my pussy is sore and puffy, and I’m a shaking mess. Only then would she finally tend to me and kiss me better.
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