He wakes me with just one finger brushing its way from my lips down to my twitching waist. The hard heat of his body pressed against mine, gentle hands trailing warmth, my breath caught as I’m kissed with the roughest of tenderness. His big dick slides in easily, filling me deeply; he takes control and I’m lost to the moment. His moans in my ear, this is the perfect wake-up call.
Browsing: morning wood
I awoke aroused, a deep river of sexual energy flowing through me as I felt the heavy anticipation of morning wood vibrating through me. Arousal coursing through me, I gently extracted myself from the sheets, revealing my determinedly thick morning glory, reaching upwards and friskily demanding attention. I silently reveled in my own eagerness, ready to be stroked and adored until I could no longer contain my desire.
His big cock was so hard he thought it might burst out of his skin. He lay there in bed, trying to deny the thrill it sent coursing down his spine and into his veins. But the pleasure only grew as the morning wood pressed against his palms, slowly slipping out of its erected glory like silk.