Sable the Grey Cow.

She’s pretty as she sleeps, her eyelashes ridiculously long and black. In contrast her body is a pale, almost silvery grey. She’s naked, laying on her side, next to you, facing you. Her irresistible curves have you reaching over for her without thought, and you trace your hand across where her waist swells into her hips. Her hide is smooth and warm and there’s a hum from her throat as your touch investigates her body. Your hands find her breasts, the heavy globes of flesh so wonderfully pliable between your fingers. You press your face into them, breathing in the smell of her, your already rising cock rushing to hardness. Your favourite girl continues to slumber peacefully, though a small smile has formed on her lips. You want to kiss her but don’t want to risk waking her just yet, and continue to let your fingers wander over her body. You slide a hand between her legs and she instinctively parts her knees at your touch, her legs sliding back to give you access. Her smile becomes open lipped as she sighs. Your fingers run through her soft folds and you feel her hot breath on your face and her heat on your finger tips. She’s already damp to the touch. You slip a finger into her and there’s a noise from the back of her mouth and her hips shift. She’s unconsciously grinding against your hand and you feel how she wets you down to the knuckles. Sable is so easily turned, even as she sleeps. You wonder if you should wake her before you fuck her… or wake her up by fucking her.