You feel soft hands holding your cock, lifting your balls and sliding over your thighs, gently caressing your genitals, your legs. You begin to wake and realize that someone is in your new room with you, their hands milking your cock with slow, yet relentless determination.
Good morning, I say and you see me seated next to you on the bed wrapped in a long, green robe. You watch me sleepily, feeling both contended and confused, restful and agitated. The light from your window is catching my hair, the robe wrapped tightly around my full breasts, my nipples showing through the thin cloth and my hands lovingly caressing you with the insistence of some beneficent power, overwhelming you as you feel your cock begin to pulse with blood.
Relax, I tell you as you make to sit up. You lay back and let the bed take your weight again as though you are sleeping, feel all that sleepiness soak back into you as I bring your cock to its full thickness.
I slide my hands up and over the head of your cock under the covers, then back down in slow, persistent strokes.
Thats my good boy. The words send a shiver over your body and your cock twitches in response. I laugh, a musical sound that makes butterflies begin to flit around in your stomach.
Shh, I soothe you, pulling on your balls, circling them with my hands. Only one will fit in my hand at a time so I give each my attention, slowly dragging my fingertips over their silky skin.
I knew you'd be a good boy for me the moment we met, there's nothing wrong with that, I assure you, pulling back the covers so for the first time you can watch me milking you in your bed.
You just need your morning milking. A deep release for these beautiful balls. I bury my face in them and lick gently as I slowly milk your cock with my tight fist, then release and go back to softly massaging your whole package, moaning sweet soothing words to you as I work.