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Waking Him Up for an Orgasm
Worth the loss of sleep entirely
I couldn’t sleep last night. Not that this is uncommon, but I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t stop thinking of Todd’s cock.
My man has the most deliciously thick, glorious rod that I fucking crave. Every thought I had about it made my clit twitch and throb like she was begging me with everything she had in her to just wake him up.
There were several moments of back-and-forth internal debating before I gave into my hormones and sauntered back to our bedroom. He was fast asleep, snoring softly, lying on his side to face my side of the bed.
Perfect.
The first thing I did was rip my pants off, revealing my naked lower half (I do not wear underwear.) I climbed up into my spot and saw an opening where I could snuggle up right beside his face, so I moved in as close as possible until my face felt his beard tickling my skin. He stirred slightly but did not awaken fully, so I leaned up into his ear.
“Daddy.”
A bit more stirring, no response.
“Daddy,” I whispered a bit more loudly. “Daddy, I need you.”
His sleepy, grumbly voice forced out the words, “What’s going on?”
