She gets offline with you, sick with desire, and goes to the bedroom. He you allow her to fuck is asleep.
She stretches out beside him, and contours her body around his. He’s sleeping on his back. She puts a hand on his hip. Leaves it there a while. Moves it lower, rests it against his cock. Then, a few minutes later, slides it into his pyjama bottoms. Rests it very gently on the top of the head. A little stroke with her thumb. Then stillness.
She waits. She knows that’s enough, that he will stir. And he does, and moves his hands onto her, and starts to caress her. That’s when she slides down under the covers. His hands follow her. Take off those bottoms. They’re barely off when she takes his cock in her mouth.
She practises.
She thrusts out her tongue. She takes it deep. She works through the gagging.
She has always loved the size and shape of his cock; it fits her so well. She remembers yours. And she thinks it will be harder to take, like this.
She takes him deeper.
She is very methodical. You would approve. Although she is not following instructions precisely, because he is too languid, too prone. He is satisfied to have her do most of the work. For now.
She is silent. And he is about to cum, and now he pulls her head off his cock and comes awake in an instant, flipping her onto her back. And he enters her quickly, and she comes the moment he penetrates her.
She’s surprised.
He does not last very long inside her, because she did her work very well. He collapses on top of her, and breathes into her neck, her ear.
She closes her eyes. And thinks of you.