Harry woke up with a tent in his pants. He knew how to take care of them himself, because he had walked in on Dudley a few times, but he wasn't in the mood for a wank session.
He took the covers off gently and slowly remover Amelie's pants and panties. He wasn't in the mood for this, and dove straight in, wanting to get her wet so he could pound her with his newly found sexual vigour.
Amelie was having a rather wonderful dream. She was in the shower, and had sat on the little bench her shower had. The water was aimed straight at her pussy and she could only just keep in her moan. She took the shower head off and brought it extremely close to her pussy, with the highest water pressure. She came quickly, turning the water off.
Amelie heard her sister leave for work, so she got out of the shower, still dripping (in more ways that one) and went under sisters bed until she found it.
The back massager. Plus a long purple toy. Amelie went to her room and placed the massager on her pussy before gently easing in the toy. She moaned loudly, and suddenly Harry was there licking her pussy with so much energy, she can so hard, she left a small puddle on the carpet. Harry's face neck and shoulders was coated in a liquid. It was then she realised she had woken up.
Harry stood, wiped himself down and ran the juices over his hard cock, before ramming it into the brunette.
He was horny and needed release. He came inside her.
"Promise me you won't do this with anyone else?" He asked.
"Promise," Amelie replied.
