It’s Monday again, and if you’re like me, you’re still trying to recover from the weekend. I bet you’re in the mood for some morning sex. A soft, warm body to wrap around you. Kissing you, touching you, and worshiping your body.
You hear my sexy voice in your ear, wishing you a good morning. I kiss your lips, then start working my way down. My lips brush over your chin, then your neck. You feel my tongue all over your chest and stomach. I smile at you as I disappear under the blankets. You feel my mouth on your cock, gliding it down my throat. I can hear your muffled moans, and feel your hand pushing my head down. Your hips start to lift and buck against my hot, wet mouth. I open wide to take it all.
When you finally give me that creamy treat, I suck hard on your tip, collecting all your cum. I move back up your body and kiss your mouth. Nothing says I love you like a blow job in the morning.










You know you love it. No, not fucking me. You know your tiny cock isn’t allowed anywhere near me. You love cleaning all the cum out of my gaping holes. You know I only let real men fuck me.




























































































































































































