This choice: Troy is bound to his fate.... | Go Back Chapter 5: Troy is bound to his fate.... (ID #1173504) an addition by: Lamnia ![View grossdeviant's Portfolio. [Offline / Private]](http://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/costumicons/ps-icon-regular-10.gif) More by this author Nicole then removed the partly covering comforter from Troy, he always ended up only partly covered.
Her thighs started to flex and ache as she learned Troy loved to sleep in the nude, his somewhat thin legs and form with his cute ass faced her. She smiled, thinking what it would be like to fuck him first.
Then her mind blanked of that thought as her hunger came back to mind and her greater lust of fetish of anal voring Troy screamed for attention. She could smell a musky scent off him, it was a hot night, but she wondered what he might have been doing before falling asleep.
She smiled as she took the soft felt terry cloth robe tie and ever so softly slid it under his belly he way laying on. He was not only hot, sweating, but also 'moist'. She reached down to his loins to feel his rod, still lightly throbbing and wet, and grabbed some of what was in the shaft still milking to her hand. The entire time milking his seed smiling as she watched his lightly smiling dreaming face as he floated in blissful sleep. Chuckling as he seemed to smile more.
Pulling the rope through, she then takes a moment with her dripping clenched fist, and lapped up the sweet seed. Hand clean she ties the loop through his loin. Slowly she softly lifted his hands to his sides, looping the rope around them. Only a slight moan occurred when the second arm was moved.
A moment of tension occurred and fear hit Nicole as Troy slightly tugged at the rope in his sleep. He relaxed and resumed normal dreaming.... His hips started slightly swaying his hips, it was clear he was having a wet dream.
Moving around she made sure he was well bound, and thought about binding his upper arms. She then took his robe tie and with the remainder wrapped it.
Smiling she gave him a light peck on the cheek, the stepped back, and started pulling her pajama bottoms down.... Her anus gave a spasm joyful clench anticipating its meal....
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