Without A Word Phonesex

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357

Moonlight stretched over my sleeping body. The covers had got tangled around my hips as I tossed and turned. The tiny tank top I’d worn to bed had slipped so much in my thrashing that my budding breasts had become exposed. I was aware of none of this because I was still wrestling with my dreams.

He must have heard my mumbles or the way my bed creaked as I struggled in my sleep because he came into my room without a word and laid on the bed behind me. The mattress sagged from his weight, but still, I slept.

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