The Morning
It's morning , her eyes are opening as she's turned to the oposite side, but i can feel her body leaning into mine, her hips going up, as she knows i'm awake, she can feel my breath on her neck, the sun barely gets in trough the curtains, everything smells like sex last night... shes moving up and down, her tense skin, still sore from last night tries to find my half erect morning wood. She's thirsty, she's hungry for it again, not the kind of wild, sweaty, intense sex...No, she alredy got destroyed, now she needs it fresh, slow, streaching her slowly so she can feel every inch, smell, breath, move... Those kind of slow sparks that light up the body and mind.. While she feels the nibbling on her neck, her panties are being pulled to the side, as the cold air hits her sensitive spots... I bring it close, she can feel the warmth of it, it's now full errect, throbing, but i wait, wait for those magic words..Do you know them ?