Back to Sleep

Morning comes, and Trevor's bedroom floods with bright light from two large windows. You're feeling rested, and you stretch big and let out a deep yawn. Trevor also wakes and immediately springs back into horny action. He slithers up beside you, drawing one bare leg over your still-clothed crotch.

"Morning, handsome," he murmurs as he kisses the side of your neck.

You chuckle lightly at his consistently one-track mind. "Where'd your other friend go?" you ask groggily.

"He was lame," Trevor answers as his hand crawls up under your shirt. "Wanna have some fun?"