I am anxious for him to wake up.

“Morning, honey. Do you want a taste?”

Before he can answer I lower my thighs, slowly start to fuck his face.

I know he wants it, he begins to feast. I moan, groan, grind my cunt.  

I look down, watching my juices soak him. He slurps, laps and I quicken my pace. In orgasmic bliss, my thighs lock down hard. I smother his face, till my orgasm subsides.

I lower myself, kiss his beautiful lips, smile and say, “Happy Birthday, babe. Breakfast in bed, just how you like it.”