5 A.M. Feeding
Lustful dreams fill the night. Both minds become one in slumber. As the two embrace in loving bliss, the arms of the clock show no mercy. Tick tock, tick tock, goes the clock. She is unaware as she pulls her mouth to his ear. She breathes the gentle wind into his soul. His mind as yet, still asleep, receives the sensual invocation of her love. His hardened tool becomes aware, although he continues to sleep.
Her legs entangle him, she moans as her nipples brush against his breast. He reaches in silence, his hips thrust forward, as his manhood approaches. Her dreams dance wildly, as her wetness drench the fabric between her legs. In a moment of unequalled passion, her hands remove the barrier between her mate and herself. The panties are slowly removed. Her legs open, so slightly.
Lustful dreams fill the room. Both bodies become one in sleep. As the two embrace in sexual bliss, the arms of the clock show no mercy. Tick tock, tick tock, goes the clock. He is unaware as he pulls her lower lips to his loins. He breathes the gentle wind into her spirit. Her mind as yet, still asleep, receives the sexual advancement of his lust. Her hardened clit becomes aware, although she continues to sleep.
Red lights flash, beep, beep, no more sleep. It’s time to awake to your feet. Beep, beep, no more sleep, It’s time to awake to your feet. He slowly releases the button and sets it for tomorrow. She is awakened, her nipples hard. He is awakened, his tool so hard. She takes hold of his hardened tool. Her lust becomes one with the tool. His lust becomes one with the hardened clit. They bind their bodies, and thrust against each other, as a howling wind engulfs their sexual desire, until his juice mingles with hers.
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