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A couple of nights ago I spent the evening at a friend's apartment. I had gotten off work around 11pm and called her up to see if she wanted to do anything. We decided on the jacuzzi and some wine, than a movie. Well, after a bottle of wine and 30 minutes of soaking in 105 degree water, we only made it through about 1/2 of the movie before we were ready to pass out. Retiring to the bedroom, we snuggled up and pretty quickly fell asleep.
I'm usually a heavy sleeper, but something woke me up a couple hours later. Listening quietly, I realised that she was masturbating right next to me with her vibrator. Of coarse, this gave me a rageing hard on... she was trying to be quiet about it but her soft whimpers just turned me on even more. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and turned over.
She stopped right away and pretended to be asleep, but I put a hand between her legs and felt her vibrator humming along and covered in juice. I grabbed it and began to thrust it back and forth, which caused her to gasp and quickly brought her to orgasm. The next hour was spent fucking like it was going to be our last night to have sex...
Boy I love nights like that...