The Next Morning
I wake up wrapped in Patrick’s strong arms, his rock-hard cock pressing against my thick ass. I smile, wiggling my hips against him, teasing his length. He moans softly, kisses my neck, and whispers, “Good morning.” “Mmm, Patrick, ready for another round?” I purr. He climbs on top of me, our lips crashing together, tongues wrestling in a heated dance. We moan into each other’s mouths, our cocks rubbing together, sending s...