omg sbn waking up, pressing his thighs together but instead of a hard cock beteeen his legs there's only wetness. he presses a palm against his crotch to check and there's just soft, sensitive folds underneath his soaked pajamas. even the contact through his shorts makes him jolt.

he pulls the covers over his head to hide, yanks down his shorts to peek between his legs, and there it is. a pink, puffy pussy, covered in shiny slick, swollen clit visible.

he's appalled but the heat in his core is too insistent to resist. he slides a tentative hand down his body, strokes through his pretty cunt, feels his own wetness coat his fingers as he prods at his new hole. then he's pushing fingers into himself. one at first, then two, then three, thrilled with the stretch of his pussy. he curls his fingers up to find the spot he's heard about, gasping at the pleasure that shoots through him.

soon he's humping his hand eagerly, his other hand rubbing furiously at his clit, eyes squeezed shut under the covers, moaning wantonly into his pillow.

when he finally cums, he's shocked by the spray of liquid that gushes out out of him, soaking his hand and the sheets and his entire lower half. mortified and blushing, he still brings his hand up to his mouth to taste himself.

fingers cleaned, he picks up his phone and checks the time, then slips them back into his loosened hole, deciding he can squeeze another orgasm in before he has to get up. shielded under the covers, he doesn’t know that the other 4 can hear every whimper, and every filthy squelch his pussy makes when he fingers himself.