slide her panties to the side, and the tip of my cock touches the apex of her legs. She’s wet. Soaked. For no fucking reason. She’s asleep. That pisses me off. She should only be wet when she’s thinking about me—not whoever is starring in her dream. I look down at her cunt. Did she rub herself to orgasm before she fell asleep? I pick up her hand, lifting it to my nose. Her fingers curl around mine, and I sniff. Then lick the pad of her index finger, just for the hell of it.
