Breakfast in Bed [M/F] - True Story | 2016

Life came into a soft dreamlike focus. It was early and the tension in my briefs only helped confirm. Manicured fingers worked at my belt like a naughty puzzle. The sleepiness melted under the soft light of morning.

A slender hand snaked into my shorts and wrapped around my cock. Morning erections are rigid and unforgiving things, but she wasn't intimidated. She held it like a weapon in a slasher flick. My willing sacrifice on the alter of passion.

I coddled one breast and suckled the other. Taking breaks from gently biting her nipple to blow softly and harden it. I wanted to tell her to return the favor. I couldn't find words this early. They still hadn't caught up with the sensations.

My cock was numb and stonelike in her hand. Only the snug fit of her parted thighs could milk the desire from me now. I wrapped my palms around her tiny hips and flipped her over. Her knees retreated until her big ass was in the air. It was mouth watering to look at.

I traced the head of my cock along the wet contours of her inner thighs. My cock felt swollen and almost painful. My hands were anchored to her. The head of my cock squeezed into the warm confines of her pussy. It was soaking and offered little resistance. I couldn't restrain myself to build momentum. After a few hesistant strokes I gripped her ass harder and pressed forward like a steam engine. I wanted to fucker her through the mattress. Her ass didn't feel fragile with my hips richoceting off it. I watched my cock disappear into her in admiration.

Her hand reached back for me. I grabbed it and pressed it on her lower back; her fingers spread across her ass. I don't know if I told her or she understood. I slapped my palm against her invincible ass and held the rhythm of filling and emptying her. My eyes were locked on her playing with her ass for me. I felt powerful.

My hands slid around her hips now, leaving her reddend bottom behind. I found leverage and slammed inside of her bent on demolition. The pressure built inside me. I smacked her ass again and watched the shape of my hand fade. The dull thud of pounding her was deafening. Elation crept upon me. I withdrew myself and lost track of reality in a blinding high. My warm load painted her thigh. I kept stroking and shot another load on her ass. It was a good way to start the day.