Mornings, the light streaming in. He always wakes up hard. She is wet and knows. With touching they are rolling and then she is on top. His eyes are urgent and she says yes. His tip is at her hole and looking at him with all the love she can hold in her eyes, she spits on her hand and reaches back. Then he is in and his eyes say thank you. She moves and he is home.
MORNING GIFTS
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Mornings, the light streaming in. He always wakes up hard. She is wet and knows. With touching they are rolling and then she is on top. His eyes are urgent and she says yes. His tip is at her hole and looking at him with all the love she can hold in her eyes, she spits on her hand and reaches back. Then he is in and his eyes say thank you. She moves and he is home.
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