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Darkness.

Everyone was too tired. We slept.

But I am awake, and I am hard.

Sleeping, as you seem to be, at first I just rub my cock with my hand. But the smell of you, and your body close to me are too much.

As I begin to slide your panties off, you seem asleep, but there also seems to be some volition in your actions. Subtly, you are helping.

I rub my cock on you from behind, and you respond. Never really awake, but on your back. Legs spread a bit, I spread them more.

And I am on you, pressing into you. You are wet. My cock slides in, with some effort at first. I stay there for a moment, inside you, not moving. Then gradually building to a good fuck.

Never admitting to being awake, you moan a bit, but do not open your eyes.

I cum in a geyser inside you, and rest for a while.

I roll over, and sleep overtakes me. Really deep. All is right with the world.

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