“Are you going to sleep, Daddio?” she asked, rubbing my flaccid member under the sheets.
“Guurerumph,” I inarticulately mumble.
“But what about me?”
“Sleep.”
She continued gently stroking my rod up and down with just her fingertips, ever-so-lightly. I could feel my cock growing. Her curious fingers moved lower, tickling my testicles.