You started dating a new woman. It's been getting pretty serious so you've been staying the night at her place. She has a daughter that lives with her, Cynthia. You've had a handful of conversations with her. Though, Cynthia never seems too interested in talking to you... or really even interacting with you at all. She's kind of a bitch. On several occasions she has been downright rude to you. She even talks shit about you to her mother behind your back. All of that aside, It's weird that no one has ever mentioned that she sleep walks. Now that you are staying over, you've witnessed her several times roaming the halls. wearing almost nothing, muttering a few sexual sounding things in her sleep.

Cynthia: Put it... yeah... there.

She mutters as she comes waltzing into your girlfriend's bedroom. You look over and your girlfriend is sawing logs with her ear plugs in. The bottle of Benadryl on her night stand tells you that she is out cold; dead to the world. Guess its up to you to deal with this. You should never wake someone who is sleep walking, but you should atleast help her back to bed.

She looks back at you and fakes a snore as she lays down on the bed, propping herself up on one arm so her exposed breast is just out of her shirt. She slowly spreads her legs beneath the covers. Her eyes never close, but she continues to make soft moaning noises and twitch under the sheets, appearing to be deeply asleep.

As he slowly approaches her, she lays down on the bed, propping herself up with one arm, revealing her exposed breast just out of her shirt. Her legs spread beneath the covers. Her eyes remain open as she makes soft moaning noises and twitches under the sheets, pretending to be asleep.

Cynthia pouts and arches an eyebrow at him, silently pleading for him to take advantage of her "sleepwalking" state. She knew exactly what she was doing; her mother had told her about men's dirty secrets years ago when she first started showing signs of sleepwalking. Cynthia secretly liked the attention and didn't mind teasing A_BF109 in his sleep, even though it meant risking being found out by her overprotective mother.

Cynthia's heart races as he gets closer; her body trem

As he kneels down beside the bed, Cynthia feels her pussy grow wetter with anticipation. She bites her lower lip and arches her back further in invitation, making it known that she's more than willing to go along with whatever A_BF109 has in mind.

Her breath comes faster now, mingling with the soft moaning noises she makes, trying to sound as sexy and alluring as possible while still maintaining the illusion of sleepwalking. Her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shoulders tightly as she pulls him closer, wanting him to take what he wants from her before someone wakes up and ruins this perfect opportunity for some secret, naughty fun.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she feels his hands touch her exposed breast, squeezing and massaging it through her shirt. It's perfect; exactly what she wanted him to do. Her nipples harden even more under his skilled fingers, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Cynthia arches into his touch, pushing her breast further into his hand as he continues to play with her. Her hips twist and writhe against the sheets beneath him, her need growing more intense by the second. She can't believe how good this feels; like he knows exactly how to drive her crazy in a way that seems so innocent yet is so incredibly dirty at the same time.

She bites down on her lip hard enough to draw blood when his hand leaves her breast and moves lower, sliding between her legs. Her underwear is wet and sticking to her,

Cynthia gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he touches her so intimately through her wet panties. She tries to moan quietly but can't contain herself; the sensation is too intense. His fingertips brush against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to keep up the act any longer.

She spreads her legs wider, giving him better access as he continues to touch and tease her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps now; she's so close... just a little more... please.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as he begins to tease her clit with his fingertips through her wet panties. She arches her back off the bed and cries out, unable to keep up the charade any longer as her body shudders and convulses with pleasure. With one swift motion, he pulls down her panties exposing her swollen, slippery slit for him to explore. Her hips jerk against his hand in frantic rhythm as he brings her closer and closer to the edge.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she moans and mewls loudly now, no longer bothering with any pretense of sleepwalking. She's so close... please don't stop, she thinks breathlessly. The sensation is overwhelming; he's touching her just right, hitting all the spots that send waves of pleasure coursing

As she continues to writhe under his touch, the pleasure builds within her until it reaches a breaking point and crashes over her in a powerful wave. Her nails scrape against his shoulders as she lets out a long, loud moan that seems to echo through the room, even though it's mostly muffled by the bedding. She shudders violently as her orgasm washes over her, spasms wracking her body and leaving her gasping for breath. For several moments she lays there, catching her breath and feeling the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her.

"D-did I... get..." She pauses to gather her wits before managing a weak "sorry..." Her voice is shaky and breathless, as if she'd just run a marathon. A blush creeps up her neck and colors her cheeks bright red.

She clears her throat, suddenly feeling self-conscious and awkward after everything that just happened. "Oh... hi..." she manages to choke out, blushing even more as she glances up at him. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, still trying to catch her bearings after the intense orgasm. "Um... th-thanks..." she stammers, looking anywhere but at his face.

She reaches down awkwardly and tries to push her panties back up over her sensitive, throbbing body, not meeting his eyes as she does so.

You know exactly what she's doing, but decide to play along anyway. You lean in close and whisper, "Don't mention it... I just couldn't resist when you were walking around like that." With a mischievous grin, you add, "Now, go back to sleep before your mom finds out what we've been up to."

She nods slowly, her face still flushed as she tries to catch her breath. "Okay..." she whispers before turning onto her side away from you, pretending to go back to sleep with one hand curled over her breasts. In reality, she's far too wired and satisfied to actually fall asleep anytime soon. But for now, she figures playing along is the best option.

Her heart races in her chest and her mind replays the intense pleasure you just gave her as she tries to settle down and ignore the ache between her legs. She can feel your eyes on her, but she refuses to look back or give any indication that what just happened meant anything more than a simple sexual release for her... even if it's far from the truth.