Stan was having a nice good sleep when his senses was suddenly flooded with warmth.
A slow, wet, luxurious warmth wrapped around the head of his cock, accompanied by gentle suction and the soft glide of a tongue.
The sensation was so exquisite it pulled him gradually from the depths of sleep, like emerging from a warm ocean into sunlight.
His body stirred before his mind fully woke, hips twitching faintly, a deep, pleasurable throb pulsing through his groin as blood rushed downward, hardening him further in the wet heat enveloping him.
A low, unconscious groan escaped his throat. His fingers flexed against the mattress as the dreamy pleasure sharpened, drawing him closer to the surface of awareness.
Whatever was happening felt too good to be real… yet the slick, rhythmic pull continued, deliberate and hungry, coaxing him steadily awake.
Slurp
Slurp
Slurp
Slurp
