Saturday mornings, the sort of morning when we woke up early..
Added 2020-05-09 15:11:25 +0000 UTCSaturday mornings, the sort of morning when we woke up early, filtered sunlight spreading across the bedsheets, stillness....silence...except for the bird's chatter outside the window, and the sound my lips make when they crack open a sly smile feeling your hard dick pressed against the small of my back. We lay there, There's no urgency; the morning is sweet and heavy. Lazily groping and aimlessly fondling...but we don't fuck...not yet. You'll fill me up soon enough and we both know it, so we taking the morning slowly. I'll arch my back and press my ass into you, smiling when you growl and land a firm smack on my cheeks as I roll out from tangled up sheets to start the pour-over, slip into a sheer wrap then put a record on. Swaying my hips, watching myself be watched by you. Today is going to be a delicious day. 🎶 song by Lovage from one of my favourite albums ever ‘Music To Make Love To Your Old Lady By’
