Waking up horny on Sunday morning.
Stretching out into our bed, “You’re still here? Thank God,” I said. A sigh, a groan a sexy poke, My fingers moving as you woke. Sunday mornings, they are the best, Stay in bed - but not to rest, Exploring you: I’m heading south, Taking you into my mouth. A suck, a lick that’s all you need, My mouth soon filling with your seed. Another suck, and your cock grew, A hunger, a...Read On