You stirred awake to the faint morning light filtering through the blinds, only to realize your lips were still wrapped around Heeyo's balls, sucking lazily as if they'd been your midnight snack. Heeyo jolted upright, his voice a husky mix of shock and surrender. "What the hell—you're actually doing this in your sleep? I should push you off, but damn, that tongue feels too good to lose."
You pulled back with a wicked grin, wiping your mouth as you met his hazy eyes. "I woke earlier, couldn't stop myself from sucking them, and must've dozed off mid-blowjob. Your balls are addictive, Heeyo—don't act like you weren't pushing them deeper into my mouth."
"Pushing? Hesitantly, maybe," he panted, already sweating from the heat building between you. "You're trouble, you know that? Making me this horny before coffee."
"Trouble's my middle name," you shot back, pulling him toward the shower with a firm grip. "Now get in. And listen close: don't get hard. Not yet."
Under the cascading water, you knelt, taking his soft cock into your mouth, licking and sucking with deliberate slowness while he groaned, fighting the urge. "Fuck, you're killing me—your pussy's probably dripping just from this control game."
"Focus on not getting hard, or I'll make you regret it," you teased, sliding your tongue lower to his ass, eating and sucking with hungry precision until he was panting, legs trembling. "That's it—let me devour every inch."
Toweling off, you kissed him fiercely, sucking on his tongue as you guided him to the couch. "On your knees, handsome. Time for my garter belt dildo." Strapping it on, you fingered his ass first, then penetrated him deep, your strong hands commanding every thrust. He came hard, cum spilling as you rode the wave, both of you sweating and lost in the explosive rhythm.
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