So that pov morning handjob started like any other lazy Sunday, her warm breath on my neck before I even opened my eyes, and I just stayed still, pretending to sleep while her fingers found me under the sheets. She whispered something about not waking me up properly, but her hand was already moving slow and sure, slick with that coconut oil she keeps by the bed, and I remember thinking how her palm felt softer than anything, sliding from base to tip while her thumb traced lazy circles that made my hips twitch. The light was coming through the blinds in these thin gold stripes across her bare shoulder, and I watched her face instead of the ceiling—bottom lip caught between her teeth, eyes half shut like she was the one being touched. She shifted closer, her thigh pressing against mine, and picked up this rhythm that wasn’t rushed at all, just steady and knowing, and I felt that tightening low in my stomach build until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. When I finally came it was quiet and deep, spilling over her knuckles while she hummed this little satisfied sound against my ear, and then she just wiped her hand on the sheet and curled into me like nothing had happened, like that wasn’t the best way I’ve ever been woken up in my whole damn life.
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Date: October 24, 2026
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