First Thing In The Morning

I woke up balls hard and there she was—Alina, stretched out on the sheets like she owned them. That body. Still warm from sleep, slick with last night, her tits half-covered by the blanket that had slipped down just enough to make my cock twitch harder. She didn’t stir. I slid in behind her, grabbed that thigh, lifted it and lined myself up without a word. I pushed inside fast—she was wet, slick enough for an easy stretch, but tight enough that I swore when my cock bottomed out. She gasped but didn’t fight. I kept her leg pinned high and fucked her slow-deep, the kind of grind that pressed right where she needed it and dragged everything else out. My balls slapped wet against her, each thrust threatening to nudge her awake all the way. When her eyes finally opened, her mouth curved in a lazy smile before she pushed back, hungry for it. I gave it harder—skin against skin, deep strokes that forced every little moan out loud. She reached down and rubbed her clit quick little circles while I fucked her, knuckles brushing my shaft with every thrust. Her pussy tightened and pulsed around me and I felt her soak my balls just before she clenched and came, thighs shaking. I didn’t slow. I emptied deep, fucked the mess right back in until it ran down her leg, breathing hot against her ear.