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lying in bed with shondo, its 8am and the sun is shining through the blinds so youre wearing an eyemask to try and get some sleep. suddenly shondo sits up next to you and you hear rustling, you start to move your hand to lift up the mask but she shouts at you to stop. the light sound of your shirt that she was wearing hitting the floor, the soft touch of her hand on yours as she guides it through the air, the sensation of her supple skin under your fingertips. "no peeking". she guides your hand across her chest, her breathing quickens, a short gasp and squeak as you traverse her nipple and give it a poke, she giggles and moves your hand over to her heart, you try to count the beats but it is going so fast you cant keep up. she moves your hand down to her tummy and after a pinch she slaps you with her free hand before moving up to her neck.
you stroke the cartilage with your thumb before taking hold, squeezing a little more, then a little more and a little more again. her breathing becoming laboured and more difficult. you ease up and she coughs before saying "why did you s-", you cut her off and grab tightly, not letting anything through, time passes and she starts squirming, both hands grabbing your arm as her natural impulses compel her to fight to live, soon her struggle grows weaker and she starts to lose her grip on both your arm and consciousness and you let go.
gasping and spluttering she crashes to the bed next to you, struggling for air and to regain composure. eventually things settle down and she leans over, her nose touching yours before your lips meet in passion. "goodnight"
