Lazarus I can’t help the chuckle that falls from my lips as she marches out of bed to hide in the bathroom. She’s beautiful when she’s angry. And her body in that nightgown! The most delicious thing I’ve ever seen. When she came to me early in the morning, draping her luscious leg over my waist, pressing her voluptuous breast against me, I almost came in my boxers. I couldn't resist feeling her up, feeling her soft thighs, her rounded behind. And when she moaned I had to touch a bit more. Perhaps I went a little far touching the outline of her pussy, even more so when I rubbed her, but those small moans and whimpers of pleasure she made in her sleep. So here I am, alone in bed, with a painful hardon and since she’s in the bathroom I can't even take a cold show
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