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Good Morning

She's awake, pushing aside the covers, legs tangled;
I wake up to the smell of her pheromones.
Sunlight creasing through the window crack,
kissing her cheeks.
I pull and grab her towards me
wrapping my body around her.

My hands are like early morning birds
Floating everywhere—
Between her thighs and within
The swell of her cunt,
Under to stroke her clit
and cup her breasts,
teasing the swelling nipples
Then up into her hair, which I twine around my palm.

"Good Morning, babe", I whispered in her ear.
Biting it, rolling my tongue in her ears.
Despite the tangle of the sheets,
I found my way in
Hard cock against her ass,
"Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!" her first sweet words in my ear.
as my fingers find her clit,
"I am still moist from the last night,
you know, I will take you all in one slide."

I gather her hair in my hand
her hips arch back, thirsty for the cock
And I tug it, hard
While she bites my finger.
Already so wet, ahh.
She's so awake, so.. so awake,
I am buried to the hilt
Just listening to her breathe.
"Just do me hard...
shower me in your cum."

"First, I need you to shower me, babe."
My fingers keep sliding over her cunt.
It never matters to me that she is
disheveled, un-showered, musky;
Not when my mouth surrounds her clit
and my fingers find their way inside.

"Fuck! Hmmm!” she moans.
I lap at her wetness, making more
hard thrusts of my fingers, taking
what I can churn from her this morning.
I wait for the dam to break
in her wild writhe against my tongue.
That's my coffee for the morning.

"Hmm, kiss me, I want to taste your lips,
and fuck me, don't keep sliding it on my hips"
So, I ride on top of her,
powering inside, driving in,
she sucks her juices from my tongue.

I start to move, really move
ploughing fast, harder and deep.
Our skin soft and warm, we want to conjoin
covers laid waste as we meet loin to loin.
"I like that baby! ahh! don't stop!"
My chest bursts with heat
as we both moan so loud, together,
with the bed which stop shaking and pounding against the wall.

Cries of pleasure rise
As I thrust all the way inside.
“You like that, baby?”
She can’t even answer—
She's undone.
Her cunt spasming just as
I topple over her.
Pleasure hits us brighter than the sun.
Written by Penguinphile (Ab.C.)
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