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October 8, My alarm oozed into my consciousness and I peeked my eyes open. It was still dark, the hill outside my window was backlit with a deep glowing blue from the city lights beyond. I closed my eyes again and sank into my pillow waiting for the next round of chimes. His hand came out of the darkness from my right, warm and heavy. It gently groped my left breast and eased its way over to my right. Back and forth it went between the two and I lay there wondering if I were dreaming, but the stroking continued.

My hand went down to my parted legs and my panties, loose and comfy, had pulled to the side while I slept. I gingerly touched my warm lips. I took his wrist and guided his hand down between my legs. My elbow bumped into his giant erection. His lick was totally unnecessary.

He ground in like a delicious, deep massage and held himself there. We moved slowly in the dark dawn glow, the dark purple sheet pulled up over us to ward off the ceiling fan. My alarm chimed on again. Nine minutes had passed, though it felt like 9 seconds and 9 hours all at once. I dug my fingers into his meaty buttocks and pulled him closer, he grunted in my ear and began to move faster. My body temperature rose to meet our tempo and I got tangled in my shirt; I gave up with it wrapped behind my neck.

At least my fucking tits were free. We writhed and moaned and I filled my nostrils with his scent, his beard scratched my neck and cheek and face. I began to lose myself in the movements and my demure little moans morphed into bursts of sound as he slammed into me.

My pussy made her presence known, too, with slick squelching noises. The Neighbor growled louder and I came in bubbles and blossoms wishing with all my might that he may lose himself, too. He panted hard and drove into me one last time as if to cum, but relaxed and rolled off of me instead. He brought it back and I turned it on; he lay next to me and stroked his aching hardon.

I marveled at its slight arch. I came harder with the vibrations and he held my face and kissed me as I breathed into him and turned rigid with the orgasm that washed through me.

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October 8, My alarm oozed into my consciousness and I peeked my eyes open. It was still dark, the hill outside my window was backlit with a deep glowing blue from the city lights beyond. I closed my eyes again and sank into my pillow waiting for the next round of chimes. His hand came out of the darkness from my right, warm and heavy. It gently groped my left breast and eased its way over to my right.

Back and forth it went between the two and I lay there wondering if I were dreaming, but the stroking continued. My hand went down to my parted legs and my panties, loose and comfy, had pulled to the side while I slept. I gingerly touched my warm lips. I took his wrist and guided his hand down between my legs. My elbow bumped into his giant erection. His lick was totally unnecessary.

He ground in like a delicious, deep massage and held himself there. We moved slowly in the dark dawn glow, the dark purple sheet pulled up over us to ward off the ceiling fan. My alarm chimed on again. Nine minutes had passed, though it felt like 9 seconds and 9 hours all at once. I dug my fingers into his meaty buttocks and pulled him closer, he grunted in my ear and began to move faster. My body temperature rose to meet our tempo and I got tangled in my shirt; I gave up with it wrapped behind my neck.

At least my fucking tits were free. We writhed and moaned and I filled my nostrils with his scent, his beard scratched my neck and cheek and face. I began to lose myself in the movements and my demure little moans morphed into bursts of sound as he slammed into me.

My pussy made her presence known, too, with slick squelching noises. The Neighbor growled louder and I came in bubbles and blossoms wishing with all my might that he may lose himself, too. He panted hard and drove into me one last time as if to cum, but relaxed and rolled off of me instead.

He brought it back and I turned it on; he lay next to me and stroked his aching hardon. I marveled at its slight arch. I came harder with the vibrations and he held my face and kissed me as I breathed into him and turned rigid with the orgasm that washed through me.



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  1. His lick was totally unnecessary. We moved slowly in the dark dawn glow, the dark purple sheet pulled up over us to ward off the ceiling fan. At least my fucking tits were free.

  2. He panted hard and drove into me one last time as if to cum, but relaxed and rolled off of me instead.

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