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Waking to the sound of deep moans followed by mumbles that echoed into your ear, sleepily turning to look at your husband's sleeping state. Looking over John, watching his body move, hips humping against your ass.
Peeking down seeing the tent that pitched in his sweatpants, cock imprisoned, begging to be let out and into you. John's moans and mumbles, making more sense, still a jumbled mess of your name, and curses as he imagines fucking you in his dream.
Moving away from his rhymed hips, in the process waking your horny John. Seeing as realization crossed his mind, then disappointment at its end. Watching as he looked around, then down, seeing his hardened cock tented, on clear display for you. Continuing to move towards the bottom of the bed.
"Was it like this?" You ask, voice velvet, as your hands gild down his thick thighs, causing them to open wide, allowing you full access to peeling down at the fabric hem. John looking up at your hands, trading anticipation for confusion, clearly not having heard you.
"The dream. Was this how I started?" you re-asked, hearing as he deeply hummed a 'yes' as you pulled down at his pants, letting out the thick wet mess of his cock.
Covered in per-cum, tip to balls. Watching it twitch in reaction to the cold midnight air, begging you to do anything—a touch, a lick, or a kiss.
Granting it's very wish, leaning down starting from his balls, softly kissing, trailing up his cock's shaft to the tip. Hearing as John hissed at every kiss, wishing more of your mouth, wanting you to engulf his cock. Wanting to feel the soft warmth of the insides of your cheeks.
Coming up wearing his per-cum as lip gloss, only to go back down, attacking his tip with more kisses. Hearing the sharp rustle of fabric as he dropped his head back, moans pouring out into the room's air alongside the sound of your lips against his cock.
Taking your first lick, tasting the flavor of the clear liquid, only to quickly taste a familiar flavor. John moaning loudly, tightly gripping onto your head, cum shooting all over your face and tongue. Seeing as, your dream self did most of the work, leaving you to reap the tasty rewards.