Mornings

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I wake up in the morning wanting you next to me.
My titties in your mouth and your hand above my knee.

You're not here, so I play pretend. I run my hands all over my body, but it's your hands I intend.

I get in the shower and lather with soap. The slickness I feel makes me moan as I grope.

Close my eyes and picture you as I reach between my thighs.
I stroke my wet pussy in between groans and sighs.

I call our your name and pretend you are here.
The ecstacy building, the climax is near.

I throw my head back and spread my legs more. I open my eyes to see you at the door.

Oh baby, you're watching.
That is sooooo hot. I climax over the edge at the thought of being caught.

Jump in the shower with that dick so erect.
That is something I want to correct.

I get on my knees as I take you in my mouth.
I suck so hard like I've been in a drouth.

You ease me up, turn me around and bend me forward.
I want to touch my clit but I wait for your word.

You shove your dick in my ass as I scream out with pleasure.
Your fingers on my pussy, like it's your treasure.

We moan and sigh as we both blow. Let's do it again but this time real slow.

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