The Next Morning

[Th****]

Waking up the next morning, seeing the sheets & blanket slipping, exposing your skin, your back turned to me, your hair a tangle from the night before, my hands reaches through the early morning light & lightly traces your back.

You stir lightly, accepting my touch & wanting more. Your skin has a glow in the morning sun ***king through the blinds. I drink you in, the lines of your back, the curves of your hips.

Half asleep, I move you to your back where my hand can trace your neckline, collarbone the curve of your breasts to your stomach. Your nipples are soft & I massage your tits in a gentle, firm motion, a far cry from the slapping & biting they endured just hours ago.

You're picturesque half covered in a sheet, marks from last night's session upon your body. The beginning of the masterpiece I've only begun to ***t. Your body, my canvas, I take in my work.

Spreading your thighs apart, my hand traces the insude if them, little "mmm" & coos escape your lips as you teter on the edge of dreabs & reality.

I find your clit moist & a finger slips inside, your cunt wet with your nectar & mixed with loads of cum the night before. I replay it on my head. The Primal in me awakening once more.

Sliding down, I begin my morning with breakfast in bed.

[Br****]

Love it! Started moaning as I read it

[Wi****]

Krazy night