Fingering and a blow job weren't that kind of sexy work out. Being this hot should be the result of some serious f*****g. Rose's gaze trailed down his chest to his crotch. There was a prominent bulge under the sheet, meaning even in his sleep he was close to hard.
Was he dreaming of her? When he'd been talking before, they went to sleep had he been hoping they'd f**k? Rose's eyes lingered on the bulge. Before, she'd imagined he had a nice c**k. Now that she knew it was a indeed a damn fine c**k, she wanted it even more.
She looked at the clock. One thirty am, and she'd only dozed fitfully, her raunchy dreams waking her up, and leaving her too wound up to really sleep. Rose had never bothered putting her panties back on, and sliding her hand between her legs, touched her c**t.
She moaned
