Before I knew it, I had moved even closer to Monica. I felt disgusting, but also incessantly aroused at her sight. There was no stopping this, I needed some relief, or I would explode. But I managed to hold on to enough sanity to not just face fuck her immediately. My breath grew low and husky as I approached her.
With the blanket around her waist, her upper body was exposed. The bra kept her breasts firmly in place, while her pale skin of her stomach and upper chest shone in the evening light. I had to see what was underneath. I got close to Monica beside her, and gently pressed my fingers against the tops of her breasts. Monica had always been a heavy sleeper, so I didn't expect this much to wake her up. Slowly, I peeled back the fabric of the bra, going carefully enough that her breasts popped out of each cup with a healthy vigor. Then I beheld her wonderful, perfect tits right in my face, all to myself.
I wasted no time, I straddled her, placing my knees on each side of her, careful not to depress the couch too much, but Monica kept sleeping away. Her breath never changed. Then, finally, my hard cock was freed, as it sprung fully erect in front of Monica's pure body.
Keeping myself balanced above her, I began to stroke my thick cock. God, it felt so good. It's no wonder men have such a hard time lasting long, if this is how good they feel each time. But I tried to pace myself, letting the experience last as long as I could. The thought of covering Monica's body with my cum was so arousing, in a somewhat confusing experience. But I wanted to see that soft pale skin covered in my cum, I wanted her to be marked as mine. So I continued to stroke.
It wouldn't be much longer before I was finished, having been so turned on already. My stroking sped up. My precum made my cock slick, increasing the speed I could pump. Unfortunately, I couldn't control my hips, as they began to move. The couch was starting to shake, and I could tell Monica was coming out of her sleep. But I couldn't stop now. My orgasm was too demanding.
