I hadn’t even felt it draped over my face as my ass was being assaulted moments earlier. I love _making_ that fucking sound. Sex I groaned again, in a somewhat reversed stretch, pushing my right hand between my thighs to grab the back of my left knee and pull myself into a tight fetal position before I reversed that into a full-out sweeping stretch. As I uncurled into the stretch, my hand swept from my knee along the inside of my thighs, brushed past my still sleeping cunt with no notice and traced from my pelvis, across to my naked side, past my shoulder and reached the full length of my already outstretched left arm where it interlaced delicately manicured fingers with its counterpart and together they drew themselves into a high and fast arc over the now cast aside pillow then plunged down beyond it with enough strength or enough surprise to draw my shoulders into the same path, setting off a chain reaction: the arc of my hands pulled my shoulders into arching my back into stretching my legs and I drew in a breath as deep as my fully stretched lungs could accept.
