My Steamy Story: Mary lay on her bed, the moon's soft glo...

My Story Time:

Okay, so, bestie, let me spill the tea. I was low-key passed out, my silk nightie clinging to my damp skin like a second layer, when I felt this wild sensation on my tit. No cap, I blinked awake and there was Caesar, full simp-mode, sleepwalking his fine ass into my room and latched onto my nipple like it was his last meal. My heart was doing the absolute most, pounding AF, because I remembered you’re not supposed to startle sleepwalkers.

But OMG, his mouth was so warm and soft, and my pussy was high-key betraying me, getting wetter by the second. I was like, "Oh no," but my body was screaming "OH YES." His subconscious rizz was just… iconic. I could feel my clit throbbing in time with his sucks, and my hand totally drifted down to rub it over my panties. I was whispering, "Caesar, baby, you gotta wake up," but he just groaned against my breast and his other hand slid under my gown, his fingers finding my soaking wet cunt.

I was shook—this was so spicy, so wrong, but so fucking good. He started fingering me, and I just arched into it, moaning, "Don't stop." I was grinding against his hand, my own fingers joining his, and I came so hard I saw stars. He finally stirred awake, looked down at his wet fingers, and was like, "Mary… what did we do?" And I just gasped, "We slayed, period." Big yikes, but also… the GOAT of wake-up calls.