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Morning Routine
Its 5 am
Im in my thongs and his shirt
In the kitchen making his coffee
1 sugar and a little creamer
Walks in behind me and pulls me near
Slides one hand down the front if my black thong
The other hand under my chin pulling it up
Kissing my neck
Breathing heavily
Goosebumps raise all over my body
Pussy tingles as she is now over flowing with juices
Heart racing as he spins me around
Slides those lace thongs off
Tracing my nipples with artists fingertips
Getting on his knees
Spreading mine apart
Going in tongue deep
Grasping the edge of the sink
Moans getting louder
As I peck
He backs off
Making me beg
Please don't stop
He Gets up and kisses me deep
Grabs his coffee, lights a cigarette,
And off to work he goes
Im in my thongs and his shirt
In the kitchen making his coffee
1 sugar and a little creamer
Walks in behind me and pulls me near
Slides one hand down the front if my black thong
The other hand under my chin pulling it up
Kissing my neck
Breathing heavily
Goosebumps raise all over my body
Pussy tingles as she is now over flowing with juices
Heart racing as he spins me around
Slides those lace thongs off
Tracing my nipples with artists fingertips
Getting on his knees
Spreading mine apart
Going in tongue deep
Grasping the edge of the sink
Moans getting louder
As I peck
He backs off
Making me beg
Please don't stop
He Gets up and kisses me deep
Grabs his coffee, lights a cigarette,
And off to work he goes
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