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Sleep
Things had only gotten weirder after that Merope found Tom creeping around her bed at night. She'd hear scratching on the floor bored filling her with dread; night was when her drunk, hostile father came home if his yelling didn't wake her, his fist would. .
Too afraid to move once she woke, her eyes not accusation to the dark she let her ears guide her to source coming from the left side. Merope hug her knees under her covers it couldn't be a rat it had to be larger, much larger.
Is that my breathing? Holding her breath it was hard to hear while her heart echo in her ear, that's not me!
The scratch moves closer she feel's the bend of the bed and feels warm breathing brush over her foot. The bed moans under the weight of the phantom, it feels male and the thought crosses her mind of it being Tom.
His rough hands move up and down her hip easies its weight as it slower the pace, she tries hard to shallow the lump in her throat.
Her blanket moves slowly from over her face down over her shoulders, her eyes shut tightly as the last bit it yank off.
If she closes her eyes she could picture her ex and his late night lusty grip, it makes her catch her breath.
Its not her sons but her ex's hot breath on her neck, his heavily stare not her baby's haloing her body.
Bitten her lower lip, her inner thigh clutch and release over and over again working her mussel cause her body to relax. The bed moans from be hide as she hears the movement of fabric or buttons being moved.
This causes her to go rigid, Tom moves closer to her. Laying out his body with hers gentle at first then slowly applies pressures; her ex is hunger to night she reassures herself. His chest matches to her back, her spin digs in to him the rise and fall of his breathing is quicken. Two snake like arms slithering towards her ready to claim their prey, moving from under the arch of her neck and while its twin moves over her waist. When his figure tips meet the python's lock on and tighten Merope to him, she lets out a gasp.
They are tight but not suffocating it was enough to hold her in place her wiggles were nothing more then feeble.
Try as she may her only hope is to think of her ex, which makes her feel a little guilty about the dampness under her nightgown, tighten grips reinforce her breathing to be clam and shallow.
The arm around her waist slides down her belly making its way between her legs the figures glide over the skin. Tips of warm rough figure brush over her crouch he press down upon her nightgown so the fabric rises from around her ankles and moves between her legs. Merope hold her breath as his hand brush over between her butt to his expose member she feels his wrist between her legs moving. His grab on to his cock and has began to masturbate between her legs his wrist bounce upon her folds the bone dings in to her soft flesh.
He pants in her ears mumbles to her "Do you want it like I do?" the smell of elf made wine fills her nose a groin escapes her lips when his forearm presses so hard on her clit. "II'm so close now dear," his hips are thrusting in his own grip his cock and hand hits off of her rear, with his grunts he cum's the hot mess soak thought her nightgown and on to her legs.
He kiss her forehead before his python arms retracted from around her he moves back but doesn't leave the bed, she'll wake up when he leaves her room, their room now.
