Night Time

Dylan drifted off to an uncomfortable sleep, charged with erotic dreams. Emily’s pantries in his mouth, her taste on his tongue probably helped. He came again in the night and his hands and feet became dainty and delicate and totally mismatched from his muscular limbs.

In the morning, he could move again and was overcome by the need to suck on the panties and masturbate. As he came all over his hand, his worst fear came true and his dick visibly shrank to about three quarters its size.

Standing in the doorway, Emily howled with laughter at his crestfallen face and skipped to the kitchen, already planning her next move.