Max reaches out to touch him.

Max couldn't help but stare at Sketchy's cock. Throbbing and thickening in length as the blood rushed into it. His soft mummers filling his tiny room, his mind full of images of Max and Cindy kissing each other, touching each other.

Max wanted to scream out at herself, tell herself to stop, to snap out of whatever Manticore had done to her. But all that escaped her lips was a soft whine as she watched her hand reach out towards Sketchy's growing erection. She was helpless, she couldn't stop herself.

"Ohhhh," Sketchy moaned in his sleep as Max's hand wrapped around his cock. She stroked him gently, running her hand up the entire length of his shaft. Her eyes trained on his face, watching as his breathing increased, hoping to god he wouldn't awaken from his dream.

She bent over his naked body, her mouth just inches away from his cock. Her mind pleading with herself, begging her not to do this. She tried to pull away, but her body refused to move. Her lips barely parted she rubbed the head of his cock against her cheek, her eyes still watching his face. She grimaced knowing that she would never forget the taste of Sketchy's cock in her mouth.

Sketchy's whole body jerked as she finally took him into her warm wet mouth. Sucking on the head of his cock as she slowly stroked his shaft. Her other hand gently squeezing his balls.

Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up, Max mentally begged as her head began bobbing up and down on his cock.