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I bet if I teen could see closer, I’d see her face slightly scrunch up in confusion as she kept feeling my dick, only now there wasn’t a layer of clothes between us. Once Molly got a feel for it, she began to map my dick out with her hand (and I wouldn’t want to brag, but there was a fair amount to map out) and then began to slowly masseuse jack me off with her hand. And… it wasn’t good. At all. She’d pull a little too far back on my dick and she would kind of do it in a tugging motion, which was totally fair for what I assumed she’d be, a first-timer. At the same time, telling a girl she’s doing it wrong is easy – non-verbally getting a sleep-slut to stop jacking me off was another story. I could have taken the risk on shaking her, but if she was completely unaware of what she was doing, shaking her awake would traumatize her. Eventually I reasoned that no amount of intimacy was worth what I was feeling at this moment and I did what I could only think to do, which was to sit up further on the bed. It seemed to work. As my dick went further up the bed, Molly’s hand attempted to rise with it, but soon she let go. My logic that Molly wouldn’t rise to sit up alongside the dick had paid off, until I realized another dilemma – my dick was conveniently at her mouth’s height. I’d like to say I was a good man that night, that I would have made Daisy proud with what I had done next, but I was lost in a haze of lust and it was clear Molly was too. At first it was experimental – I’d angle my hips so that the head of my dick would lightly land on her face. As I figured Hardcore out where her face was, I tried to angle it closer to her lips – not to force it in or anything, massage but purely to see what she would do. At first, she did nothing. The head of my dick rested on her lips and she’d make a kind of grunt – those you’d hear people make when they were still asleep. Still, her grunt scared me half to death thinking she was coming to – I was beyond through the looking glass at this point. I just had to own it. After staring into the darkness for a bit, I gained enough courage to push my hips slightly forward, and that’s when Molly’s mouth opened. I didn’t pry her mouth open by any means, it was quite clear that her sleeping self wanted this. She wanted me. I slowly pushed my cock one of two inches into her mouth, then realized choking would wake her up and pulled my hips back, retracting my dick. I cringed at the slight feeling of teeth (though it was less of a scraping feel and more of a tease) and tried to retract my dick fully, but when I did, I felt a cramp in my lower back and had to push slightly forward again. That was when Molly’s lips closed over my dick. I gasped in shock as her mouth started, incredibly slowly at first, to bob forth, then back, then forth again. We were at the next level, Molly was blowing me in her sleep. I had to train myself, on the fly, to keep my panting as quiet as possible as Molly continued her oral efforts on me. I was in heaven. The blowjob itself was okay, but the fact that Molly had my dick in her mouth was a dream come true, an erotic adventure come to life. Slowly, softly, I put my hand on the back of her head and gently applied pressure so I could enjoy the moment more as my dick pulsed, enjoying the feeling of her warm mouth engulfing me. Molly never gave up, and while her tongue was never engaged, she sucked me for blowjob a good five to ten minutes before I gently moved back far enough to take my dick completely out of her mouth. I could her her mouth opening and closing a few more times, perhaps out of confusion, before she got the memo and her arms went out again, I guess trying to find me. Gladly, I sunk down to my original placement and accepted the embrace. Part of me wondered whether I should have broken off the embrace so she wouldn’t feel awkward in the morning realizing her arms were around me, but I wanted to see what she would do if she did wake up like this. I couldn’t help sporting a grin – Molly blew me. Progress was being made. I was so glad I had made that deal with Holly. If I hadn’t, Molly and I could have had a one-time incident and the whole thing would have been forgotten in time. But now we had something more. A pattern. I have no clue as to why, but I had a hot dream about Nate’s mom the other night. “Someone’s thirsty.” Her voice sounds like a melody as she giggles at my cum craving behavior. I Hardcore mean, the girls are paying attention to me already, but I'm not really ready for blowjob a long term relationship and I know they don't want to just hook-up for sex. Mum was frying up onions, heating baked beans, making a salad, and whatever. 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