Rough morning? She knows how you feel

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I can't get enough of him. I was tired and sore, but I didn't care. I didn't want to sleep.

I wanted the ache. I wanted him in me all the time, his weight on top of me. I wanted to squeeze him in further and further.

I wanted to watch his face. I wanted his sweat to drop onto me. I wanted to drop mine on him.

I got on top of him. I'd never done it before. I couldn't really believe it.

I was doing this. I was inventing something. I held him and put him in.

He felt deeper in me. I'll never forget it. I was in charge and he liked it.

I held his hands down. He pretended he was trying to break free. I let my tits touch his face.

He went mad. He bucked. He split me in two.

I pushed down. I couldn't believe it. One of his fingers flicked over my bum.

I did it to him. He lifted and heaved. I couldn't believe it.

There was no end to it. No end to new things. He did something.

I copied him. I did something. He did it back.

He took me from behind. I pushed back, forced more of him into me. I sucked him.

He licked me. I made him cum on my stomach. He sucked my toes.

The whole room rocked and we smiled at each other every morning.