The first rays of the morning sun
Shines through the window,
a light glow dancing around the room.
She wakes, stretching lazily,
Smiling, realizing she is still wrapped up in his arms.
He squeezes her tightly, nibbling her neck,
Whispering “Good morning, sweetheart”.
She presses herself into him,
Feeling his hardness rub against her butt.
“Good morning, baby” she whispers back,
Sighing softly as his hand caresses her breast.
Squirming slightly, his touch moving down,
Pressing lightly on her mound,
His cock at her entrance, longing to get lost in moist warmth.
Moaning, she feels him sink in, inch by inch,
Her tightness slowly giving in, letting him take her.
Soon he is sheeted deep inside,
Slowly thrusting, her body moving in sync.
His hand finds her clit, rubbing as they move,
Making her gasp, a deep hunger growing.
Her walls starting to tighten, his pace quickens.
Driving each other higher with every move,
A heavy scent of desire filling the room.
She spasms hard, soaking him in her juices
As he lets go, fills her core with his seed.
He stays in her, enjoying the feeling of being one.
Snuggling, they both smile,
Agreeing there is nothing better than lazy Sunday mornings.
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