Be a Gentleman
From Torg Adventure
Chuck cleared his throat loudly, causing Sharon to stir in her sleep.
“Ms. Wheeler,” he said gently. Still sleeping, she smiled, her eyes not open yet. She stretched cat-like in her lounge chair, lowering her leg and letting Chuck have a glimpse at her thin, trim bush and the top of her slit. The dark trimmed lips were in stark contrast to her bronzed, perfect tan, with the barest hint of pink visible just between the two trim ribbons of brown. Chuck could feel his cock swell to full mast, almost painfully in the confines of his shorts.
“Mmmm, Baby, you’re home,” she said, her thighs parting and legs spreading at her knees, her feet tucked together. “You’ve been gone for sooooo long,” she purred, her hand reaching up to play with her nipple as her other hand slid down her oiled skin to tease across the crest of her hip and dare lower, her nails touching the skin on either side of her opening sex, but not touching the pink folds within. “Come here,” she pleaded, still sleeping soundly as she raked her fingers to the top of her sex and her middle finger extended slowly to circle her clit in slow, tight circles. Her breath caught in her throat and her body convulsed and twitched as she masturbated herself in her sleep, but she did not wake.
Wake her up or let her play?
