Then, something felt extraordinarily... not right. Something felt.. wet. And warm. It wasn't raining in his dream, nor was he near any water, so where was the feeling of wetness coming from? He felt himself being pulled from the dream, as if he were a stuffed animal being yanked up by a metal claw. Suddenly, consciousness dawned on him, and there he was, right back in his bedroom, safe in his own bed.

Yet, still the feeling of warmth and wetness persisted. Now that he was awake, he could pinpoint where exactly that feeling was coming from. After a moment's hesitation, he realized it was coming from his groin.

Looking down, he was slightly shocked to see his blankets tented much more than usual around his waist, as well as what he made out to be a very human tongue licking the underside of his shaft.

Smiling to himself, he lifted the blankets to find a mess of light brown hair and piercing blue eyes staring back at him. "G'd 'orning!" she mustered, while talking with a mouthful.

"I think this is the best way to wake up ever," he grinned, watching as she carefully slid his c.o.c.k out of her mouth.

"I thought so, too," she giggled, before going back down in one fairly impressive deepthroat. "Why don't you just sit back and enjoy while I have my way with this popsicle here?"

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"If you insist," Stephen teased playfully, and watched while Grace put on an entertaining show for his pleasure.

Grace set back to work, now that her audience was more conscious. She casually ran her tongue along the slit, circling it around as if trying to decide her next move. Her decision made, she quickly sucked the tip into her mouth, increasing the suction and pressure on it, and until she popped it out, making a lot smacking sounds in the process. Then she would repeat the process several times, each time ending with a show-stopping grin as if amusing herself in the process.

Stephen just groaned as she worked, treating his phallus as if it were some precious gift that would soon be taken away. With a deft combination of hands and mouth, Grace worked his c.o.c.k with mindblowing precision and skill, enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head.

"You look like you're having fun down there," he said after several minutes, after his breathing had gone up a notch.

"And to think," Grace responded, scooting up closer to his face. "You haven't seen anything yet!"