He obliged

He obliged, on instinct. Quickly his hand snuck under her damp fabric prison. His fingers tracing into her folds, feeling just how flooded she was.

“Oh. god. OH GOD!” Her tenuous mix of anticipation and over stimulation sends another orgasmic wave through her. Her grip tightened around his growing arousal. Feverishly pulling at his pant band, trying to release the target of her lust. Finally free, definitely standing demandingly at attention. And did it look bigger than before?

With a gasp as the blanket they had been petting under rose further than she expected, her face awash with elation. Her hand dove to remove her own pants, now useless wet.

“I have to -” Sam lazily trailed off, diving under the covers. The silhouette of her saddling up to his side, over his turgid member. He felt the warm wash of her hot breaths over her pulsing manhood sending shivers through him. The tentative licking of his swollen head caused his hips to jerk. Unable to see her, he lay back as she worked. His hand found a rest on her head, feeling its slight rise and fall. Her moans vibrated on him, letting the feeling take him.

Soon licking became sucking. Her tongue swished in between her light ****. He felt her shake again, convulsing on his dick. Slowly pulling back letting the hidden moan fall out in a long stream.

She threw back the covers, bedraggled hair of his childhood friend looked up at him. His pre still drawing a line to his tool. Pathetically panting, their skin looked completely flushed.

“Please fuck me, Ed.”, she whined, her hand was slowly pumping at his groin.

He rose to the request, lightly pushing her back onto blankets. Her legs presented as wide as she could for him, which he gladly fell into. Her hands immediately went to guide him into her pooled want.

Sam's head was thrown back from him entering her. Giving a throaty groan as her sex clenched. And like that she was as pliable as putty. Slowly found his groove, this felt good. Adjusting position to what felt natural to him only gathered more cries from her. Her senses were falling away now feeling the lightning rod now fully impaling her. Her nerves were seeing christmas.

Still pumping and pounding. The sounds of slick wet slapping only grew as he worked. Her eyes rolled back, falling away from consciousness. He groaned, feeling the newly engorged tool being soaked and clenched over and over.

The magic now again worked. Sam was fucked ****. Her dreams, her perfect dreams of him eked a bit into him. Unforeseen but growing.

“I’m gonn-”

His balls tightened all at once, depositing more and more spunk into her. The warm coating her insides woke enough to look up to him sleepily, “Hnngh, Fuck! You are amazing.” their breath was still very shaky. Her eyes closed again to the bliss they idly gyrated to. His twitching tool finished its painting of her womb and slowly deflated.