Sleeping doll

She was such a pretty girl when she was sleeping. Her lips soft and pliable. I watch her lie in innocence, eyes closed and her defenses down. Her right hand draped across her heart. I rest my head upon her chest and listen to her breathe as it rise and fall. I kissed her gently upon her lips. She shifted slightly, unconsciously parting her legs. Her shyness meaningless. I pulled her panty to the side and slid a finger in her honey hole. The car lights swept across the ceiling. My loins moist. I take her. She whimpered then moaned agreeably.