There was no way Rose would have agreed to any of this if she had been awake, so she had to be sleeping. Not the Rose I met, though. That Rose would have given me a solid kick in the balls and expelled me.
I looked down again and . . . HOLY s**t . . . just my c**k and Sierra's mischievous hand were left covered by the edge of remaining sheet! My naked body was basically out in the open lying on the bed! Her hand continued strumming my c**k like an instrument. The strokes were smooth and deliberate, and any hopes I had of softening back to my normal state without some kind of release were long gone.
Why was she doing this? Even if her mother was sound asleep, what was the end game? Would she just finish me off right here on the bed? Was she planning to do me in the same room as her own mo
