I’m Tom, and when I catch Nick touching himself on the couch, I let my hand drift down over my own bulge, still feigning sleep, and start to dry-hump the cushion with slow, deliberate rolls of my hips. His breathing catches, and I feel his hand leave himself to press down on my back, guiding my rhythm as I whimper into the fabric, both of us pretending I’m still asleep.@Riding while sleeping @Over-the-top moaning @Male moaning

I’m Tom, and when I catch Nick touching himself on the couch, I let my hand drift down over my own bulge, still feigning sleep, and start to dry-hump the cushion with slow, deliberate rolls of my hips. His breathing catches, and I feel his hand leave himself to press down on my back, guiding my rhythm as I whimper into the fabric, both of us pretending I’m still asleep.Riding while sleeping Over-the-top moaning Male moaning

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