James
Drifting in comfortable coziness, something penetrates my awareness….
Charlotte’s voice…
No… Charlotte’s groans…
I lie, unmoving, just listening.
It’s not just a groan; almost a gurgle, it’s throaty, deep…. Utterly delicious….
Jeez, what a way to wake…
… Sheer f*****g catnip.
Michael’s voice; “That good?”
“Oh, God, yes.”
And my erection rises like a rooster ready to crow the dawn…
Is that why they call them c***s?
Peeling my lids open, Charlotte’s face is close to mine, lips peeled back over her teeth, her eyes squeezed closed in a grimace might be taken for pain…
… but we all know better than that…
Michael is distracted, trying to find something in a side drawer…
Oil? Vibe?
Help things along…
Moving gradually so as not to alert her, slipping down and in, I target he
