You're watching me sleep. I'm lying face down. You can see a nice juicy bulge where my chest is pressing into the sheets. Your gaze wanders down my spine to two very delectable and perfect mounds.
I'm still sleeping peacefully as you position your morning wood and enter slowly from behind. You hear me murmer and feel me shift a little as my mind tries to encorporate this new sensation into my current dream sequence. I wake gradually, then with surprise and delight at being impaled. "Mmm... Hm? Oh!" (to be continued...)