Isha
Feather-light kisses slowly woke me up, but it was confusing because my head was on Dawson’s chest, who was lightly snoring, his arm holding me close and the kisses were on my hip, lower back and across each butt-cheek. My leg was thrown over Dawson’s waist practically and the lips were getting closer and closer to my p*ssy.
When a wet tongue swiped through my lips, I gasped, and Dawson’s hold on me tightened, then all of a sudden I was being shifted to lay right on top of him, and he spread my legs wide. Whoever was down my body took advantage and dove in for a feast.
My head was still on Dawson’s chest, and I was lying right on top of his hard c*ck. So whoever was playing with me was right there, where Dawson’s balls were at. I lifted my head to look at him, and his eyes were b
