When Orm woke up in the morning, it was because of a wet dream, and when her eyes opened, Lingling was staring at her.
"Lingling..." Orm breathing was shallow
"Who were you dreaming of?" Lingling asked
"You" Orm said
"Good" Lingling said, smiling to herself
"I had a..."
"A wet dream?" Lingling completed for her. Orm nodded.
"You were moving a certain way, for the last few minutes..." Lingling said
"You've been watching" Orm stated,
"Did you... finsih?" Lingling asked, "... in your dream?"
Orm nodded "no".
"Touch yourself then..." Lingling said, her voice going at least 2 tones lower
"Lingling.. don't be ridiculous" Orm said,
"I'm serious... I wanna watch you come..."
"I'd rather you do it for me.. So it can wait..." Orm said
"I could use my left hand on you..." Lingling suggested
"Teerak please, I don't wanna trouble you..." Orm said
"That's why I'm telling you.. Touch yourself... I wanna watch... don't let the dream go to waste..."
Orm's gaze stayed on Lingling's ocean eyes for a few seconds, and then slowly, she kicked the covers off herself. And let Lingling' her hand creep down into her shorts.
Lingling watched intently.
Orm's eyes closed when she dipped her finger inside herself.
"How wet are you?" Lingling asked
"Very..."
"How many fingers?" Lingling asked
"One"
"Narrate the dream..." Lingling said, her own eyes darkening with the anticipation of what she was about to witness.
"We were on the couch at your studio..." Orm said, and Lingling saw Orm's hand move in her pants, she was touching her clit now
Lingling felt her own underwear start to get wet.
"Naked... and I was on top of you... riding your strap-on" Orm said.
"I see" Lingling said, watching Orm put her other hand under her t-shirt and touch her own breast
"Can you take your t-shirt off?" Lingling asked
"Lingling, I don't wanna put you in a compromising situation" Orm said
"Please... I need to see you..." Lingling said, and the hunger in her eyes was... desperate.
So Orm took off her t-shirt, and then laid back down for Lingling to watch,
Lingling sat closer, to watch her more carefully. Orm was in the throes of pleasure already, her back arching at the feeling of her own finger inside her, she fondled her own breast, pinching at her nipple, rolling it between her fingers
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Angustifolium {LingOrm}
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