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All characters are above age of 18. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Please enjoy ‘Waking up to tease’!
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I lie there in bed next to you, watching the sun rise over the closed curtain creeping up into your eye line. Annoyance scrunched up your nose, I sit up a little to be your shade and shadow. Protecting you from the cruel bright light. Allowing you to surrender yourself to peace and darkness.
I watch your chest steadily rising and falling as you drift off in sleep. Your soft lips puffed a small breath. I hold back my chuckle, reminded of the several debates of whose the snorer out of the two of us.
I get tempted by the soft curls of your hair, brushing them away from your face. Noticing the deep sleepy dust in your closed eyes, heavy breathing rumbling in your chest. You turn in your sleep, curling yourself closer to me. I give in when you tug your arm, winding it around my waist and down to you.
The resistance of trailing butterfly kisses over tecavüz porno you. So tempting, so many places to kiss.
Your forehead, your closed eye lids, your cheeks, your nose and finally those gorgeous lips.
Stirring in your dreamy sleep, responding to my kiss, pressing up at my mouth. We lazily give into the gentle caress, tasting each other kiss. Even with the lazy kiss, the roll of your tongue over mine, you tugging me onto your heated body.
Heat rising up inside me for more. Craving, desiring more.
The firmness of your built and size, as I wrapped my legs down to sit in a straddle on your waist. The contact of our groins caused you to rub upwards, reaching out to me. Seeking me out. I pressed downwards, rotating my hips in response.
Purring my sounds of enjoyment as you captured my tongue. Heating the wildness of our kiss.
Suckling with gentle grazed teeth drawing the sensitivity in my tongue. You buck your hips, to remind the awakening more desire below your waist, tugging at my shirt I wore to bed. Manoeuvring your hands underneath it.
Opening your travesti porno eyes, desire blazing through them, towards me.
You startle a cry of surprise at my icy cold skin from already sitting up in the cool room. Your hands felt like tickling fire as your fingers danced over my waist and back. Seeing my eyes sparkled with teasing, I pull away from your kiss, and caress.
Sitting myself back up, capturing the hem of my shirt, and tugging it off. Baring my exposed self for you to admire. I rubbed myself over your groin in circular motion. You growl your frustration to the tease, placing your hands on my hips.
We were dry fucking in our tease.
Daring each other to make the next move. Not too fast to lose the throbbing ache we both were enjoying. But enough to buck, rotate and ground down into our clothed pelvic area were driving us mad.
The pressure! The pressure of our bodies driving to the edge felt so good.
Your breathing because shallow, fast, panting. I can tell you are close. This was the most delicious torture I can endure. I was not gonna allow myself xhamster porno to feel release first till you were satisfied.
I spotted the tell-tell signs of your smug smile, “Don’t you dare!” I challenged.
I shiver down my spine at the image I placed in my head. You sit up enough to tug my chest closer to your mouth. You captured one of my nipples, the slight graze of your teeth and flick of your tongue sends me over first.
“Fuck!” I growled, feeling my body tingle and shaking over as I cum in my panties.
You pulled me down. Lying side by side, our legs tangled.
You softly kissed my forehead and chuckled, “I win.” Biggest smirk on your face.
I bury my head into your neck and shoulder, I blew at raspberry on your flesh.
“Dammit! Fine! What’s the punishment for cumming first?” I asked.
The sound of silence cause me to lift my head up, watching you considering the options.
In your decision, you give your commands, “It’s your turn to do the dishes today.”
My eyes widened at the memory of last night cooking, “But the kitchen looks like a shit bomb hit it!” I cried with a hint of whining. You knew I hated cleaning up such a mess. Then again, no messy than my wet panties.
Chuckling, “Then you shouldn’t have started the teasing so early this morning.”
I pull the biggest fat lip pout. Surrendering to the idea, looks like I am on dishwasher duty today.
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