I woke up thinking last night was most likely another wet dream that my desperate brain plays on me more and more these days. And even though it sounds f*****g sad, I would still jackoff to those figments of my imagination in the shower. But when I wanted to stretch my arms I felt one of them being trapped. I glanced to the left and there she was the most beautiful girl sleeping soundly with her long chestnut-lilac strands framing her peaceful face. Definitely not a dream.
I grinned to myself like a fool and watched her breathing in and out making her sheet-covered chest rising and falling in fluid moves. I could watch her like this for hours and never get bored.
"Bering a creepy peeping Tom was not part of the deal." - Jojo said without even opening her eyes. How did she know?
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