It’s morning, we’re cuddling, half asleep. I can feel your desperate morning wood pressed up against my ass. I arch my back and start slowly grinding into you; your breathing quickens and you let out a quiet, “uhn, Miss” as you start to twitch. Your hands are on my waist, but I lead them slowly up my torso and back down; never lingering on one spot enough to satisfy either of us.
I command you to kiss the back of my neck as you gently rub and caress my nipples–I’m a bit of a slut for nipple play and I’m getting wet. I’m whimpering “good boy”, as I’m slowly rubbing your cock through your boxers. It’s starting to get leaky.
I turn to face you, and allow you to kiss, lick, and suck my tits. Your hands are gripping my ass, bringing me closer to your hungry mouth. You’re being such a good slut. I’m guiding your throbbing cock out of your boxers. You’re quite a mess.
I want you to feel how wet you’ve made me. I lead your hand to my panties and allow you to enter. I order you to start gently biting. I’m moaning “good boy”, as I become wetter, grinding on your two lucky fingers. I’m ignoring your aching cock. Instead, I’m pulling your hair, scratching your back.