perfect tits has passionate sex in the morning – Mini Diva

As the sun began to peek through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bed, he stirred from his slumber, slowly opening his eyes to the most exquisite view. There she lay, his goddess, her chestnut hair cascading over the pillows, her porcelain skin nearly glistening in the morning light. As he drank in the sight of her, his gaze fell upon the source of his waking erection – her perfect, pert breasts, rising and falling softly with each breath she took.

Unable to resist, he reached out, gently cupping one soft mound in his palm, feeling the weight of it, the warmth of her skin. She stirred slightly, a small smile playing at the corners of her soft, pink lips, her eyes fluttering open to meet his smoldering gaze.

“Good morning, handsome,” she purred, her voice still heavy with sleep, her eyes already darkening with desire. “What a lucky girl I am, to wake up to such a gorgeous sight.”

He chuckled, leaning in to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hand still kneading her breast, his thumb circling her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. She moaned into the kiss, her own hands coming up to tangle in his hair, to pull him closer.

Breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips down her neck, his tongue tasting her sweet skin, his teeth nipping playfully at her jaw. He kissed his way down to her breasts, pausing to lavish attention on each perfect globe, sucking and licking at her nipples until they were stiff peaks, until she was arching her back, crying out in pleasure.

“Please,” she whimpered, her hands testing his physical control as they wandered over his body, her fingers tracing his muscles, his bones, before one brave little digit reached out to wrap itself around the morning wood straining against his boxers. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

Unable to deny her a moment longer, he sat up just long enough to shed his boxers, his Terminator-like physique puttingathe>fence around his beef steak morning concealed meat. His manhood stood firm, erect, and ready, hanging between the upper thigh’s and his behind. He kicked off his boxers and she drank in the sight of him, her eyes roaming over his broad chest, his chiseled abdomen, his thick, throbbing cock.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” she breathed, licking her lips, reaching out to wrap her small hand around his impressive girth. She stroked him slowly, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, wiping away the bead of precum that had gathered there.

“Mmm, and you’re so fucking ready for me,” he growled, his hips bucking into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. She squeezed him tightly, her hand sliding up and down his length, her other hand cupping and massaging his swollen balls.

He groaned, his hands reaching out to grab her wrists, to stop her ministrations. “If you keep that up, this is going to be over before it even starts,” he panted, his breathing ragged in the quiet of the room.

She smiled wickedly, releasing his aching cock and sitting up, moving to straddle his hips. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” she purred, rubbing her wet, hot folds along his length, coating him in her juices.

She reached between them, grasping his cock and lining him up with her entrance. With a swift, smooth motion, she sank down onto him, taking him deep inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate his impressive size.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned, her head falling back, her hands coming to rest on his chest as she began to rock her hips, riding him slowly at first, then faster, harder. She found a rhythm, rolling her hips in circles, grinding down on him, taking him as deep as she could.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he thrust up into her, matching her movements, driving into her with powerful strokes. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound of their moans and grunts and the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.

She leaned forward, her breasts bouncing in his face as she rode him harder, faster, her nails digging into his chest. “Yes, just like that,” she panted, her hips moving in a frenzy, her walls beginning to tighten around him. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

He couldn’t have stopped if he wanted to, his own release building, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing inside her. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock erupting, spurting his hot seed into her, painting her walls white.

She threw her head back with a scream, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around him, milking him for every last drop as she came, her juices gushing out to soak his cock, his balls, the sheets below them.

They collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied sighs, their hearts racing in their chests. He held her close, pressing kisses to her damp forehead, her flushed cheeks, her parted lips.

“That was…” she whispered, her voice utterly spent, her eyelids drooping. “That was incredible.”

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, rolling to the side and gathering her in his arms, their legs entwined, their bodies still joined. “My perfect goddess.”

She hummed contentedly, snuggling into his chest, her eyes already drifting closed. “I love you,” she mumbled, her voice heavy with sleep, with satisfaction.

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered, holding her tight, already looking forward to their next round. Because with a woman like her, it was never just once.