Angelo
The next morning, before the alarm goes off, I’m slowly dragged out of sleep by the feeling of warmth surrounding my c**k, the soft flutter of a tongue beneath the head, and the light chill of the air on my chest and thighs. I blink my eyes open to see the sheets tugged down and Rosalia curled between my legs, her fingers playing gently along the shaft of my c**k while she surrounds the head with her lips, fluttering her tongue. Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and she smiles, letting go of me for just a moment.
“This is what you wanted, right?” she asks softly, and I nod, groaning as I lean back into my pillows.This is a dream. This can’t possibly be real.I’d told her exactly what I wanted, expecting a negotiation or for her to not want to participate in at least some of it, but ev
