Breakfast in the Great Hall
Simon was a bit distracted at breakfast. His lips parted and he stared into the middle distance as he remembered the dream that awakened him this morning.
Simon moaned ... lost in pleasure ... hands stroked him ... lips kissed him. Legs brushed against his. He rolled over and buried himself into her ... thrusting... moaning ...
Strong hands gripped his shoulders and rolled the pair of them back ... onto their sides ... soft chuckles ... warm fingers preparing him ... entering him...
He shuddered and moved in his seat, looking down at his plate. Heaving a sigh, he took another bite and tried to think of something else. Looking around, he noticed someone looking at him from the student table.
Simon moaned ... lost in pleasure ... hands stroked him ... lips kissed him. Legs brushed against his. He rolled over and buried himself into her ... thrusting... moaning ...
Strong hands gripped his shoulders and rolled the pair of them back ... onto their sides ... soft chuckles ... warm fingers preparing him ... entering him...
He shuddered and moved in his seat, looking down at his plate. Heaving a sigh, he took another bite and tried to think of something else. Looking around, he noticed someone looking at him from the student table.