Yara
I wake, warm and comfortable, except for the hard pole sticking into my back. My mind is slow to wake up, so it takes me a moment to realize that there’s a warm hand sliding up my thigh from my knee to my hip. Warm lips press against my shoulder and Annika begins purring as the hand slides over my stomach.
In my hazy brain, I recognize that I’m naked and the hand makes its way up to my breast. If this is a dream, I hope it doesn’t end too soon. I hate waking up just as I start to have an orgasm. They always fade away and leave me aching for more.
I arch my back as the warm lips continue to kiss their way to my neck, the hand moving to my breast and teasing my n****e into a hard peak. I moan softly as another purring sound starts behind me, reverberating through my body and lighting
