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Morning Quickie

She was up before I woke; she wasn't fully dressed when I woke. This is how I remember it.
No bra draws my eyes
Nipples tease beneath her blouse
Cock throbbing for her

Beauty beckons me
Sashays across the bedroom
Purest poetry

Kisses with passion
Tongues dart and play with fervor
Hands fondle her ass

Upward rising hands
Pressing my hardness to her
Blouse silently falls

Kneeling before her
Panties slither down her hips
Worship begins now
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