EXCITED LILY HAS A MORNING ORGASM-DELUXEGIRL
As the sun peeked through the curtains, Lily stirred from her slumber, her mind slowly awakening to the promise of a new day. She languidly stretched her lithe body, the silk sheets caressing her soft skin as she arched her back sensually. Glancing at the alarm clock, she noticed it was still early – too early for anything on her agenda. Her hand absentmindedly traced along the curves of her young body, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her nightgown at the stimulation.
Lily’s thoughts drifted to her boyfriend Jack, away at college, leaving her with an aching need for his touch. Her fingers brushed over the swell of her breasts, feeling the weight and fullness, before gliding lower, skimming across her sensitive tummy. The hem of her nightgown crept higher and higher as she shifted on the bed, exposing more and more of her smooth, unblemished thighs.
With a soft gasp, Lily’s hand reached her sweet spot, rubbing herself through the damp satin of her panties. The delicate lace was no barrier to her questing fingers as they slipped inside to stroke her slick folds. She parted her legs wider, giving herself ample room to explore her most intimate area uninhibited. As her arousal grew, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear and tugged them down, past her thighs and slender calves, before kicking them free.
Naked now except for her flimsy nightie, Lily brought her hand back down to the juncture between her legs. Her middle finger traced along her slit, spreading her natural lubrication as she teased herself, circling around her swollen clit but not quite touching it yet. The building pressure demanded greater stimulation, so she penetrated herself, delving inside her tight heat and imagining it was Jack’s hard cock instead.
As she fingered herself, Lily’s hips started rocking rhythmically, seeking more of that delicious friction. Tiny whimpers and moans began to spill from her lips as she worked herself closer to the precipice. Throwing her head back against the pillows, she let her free hand slide under the front of her nightgown to cup and massage her heavy tits. Her fingers found her pebbled nipples, tugging on them, adding an electric jolt straight to her core.
That extra stimulation was all it took to send Lily careening over the edge into ecstasy. Her inner walls clenched vice-like around her plunging fingers and her release crashed over her in waves. “Oh god, Jack!” she cried out, the pleasure fluctuating between overwhelming, intense, and achingly sweet. Her entire body shuddered and bucked as she rode out the aftershocks of her glorious climax.
Lily collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. A blissed out smile played across her face as she drifted in that haze between wakefulness and dreams, still savoring the aftermath of her self-induced Morning Orgasm. The early sun bathed her flushed, glowing skin in a rosy light, highlighting her porcelain complexion and making her look positively angelic in her moment of indulgence.
But appearances can be quite deceiving. Who would ever guess that behind her cheerfully innocent facade lurked the naughtiest of naughty girls, eager to give free rein to her carnal impulses? Lily had a hidden kinky side, one she liked to explore privately when the opportunity arose. These early morning alone sessions became her guilty pleasure, her secret way to start the day, even if her friends and family would never guess the truth.
Her messy hair fell across her shoulders, the pale blonde locks looking silkensoft against her creamy skin. The rumpled blankets no longer concealed her figure, revealing her petite curves to the viewer’s appreciative gaze. From her pert breasts, tipped with rosy, lips pursed in pleasure, to the juncture of her thighs, still glistening wetly from her climax, it was a sight to behold.
As her breathing slowed, Lily opened her eyes fully, coming back to reality. She stretched languidly, like a contented cat, glancing down at her naked body with a self-satisfied smile. Her pink pussy, reduced to a puffy, slick slit post-orgasm, still had a wicked allure, as if daring the viewer to look their fill. Rising from the bed, she was the epitome of the schoolgirl fantasy – a waiflike figure in her ruffled nightie, hair mussed from exertion, and that glaringly obvious absence of underwear.
With a slinky sway of her hips, Lily sashayed over to her bathroom, ready to continue with the next part of her morning routine. But there was an added pep in her step, an extra curl to her smile that hinted at her well-satisfied state. And if the camera followed her in, lingering on her nodding nipples and the tantalizing view of her plump bottom jiggling as she walked, well, that couldn’t be helped. After those shots of seductive nudity, she had toys and creams waiting to ease the ache of emptiness she now felt. But that, my friend, is a story for another day…
