Its Time To Wake Up Spoon Position – Tara Rico

Title: “Its Time to Wake Up: Tara Rico’s Sensual Spoon Position Masterclass”

The bacon sizzled on the stove, its enticing aroma wafting through the kitchen. Tara Rico rolled over in bed, slowly blinking her eyes open. As the fog of sleep cleared from her mind, she realized she was alone, and from the looks of the empty space next to her, it had been for a while. “Where’d that man go?” she mumbled, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The hardwood floor was cool against her toes as she padded barefoot to the kitchen.

Tara entered the room just as her lover, Ricky, was sliding the golden strips onto a plate. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, bare and beautiful in the morning light. “Morning, baby,” he greeted, leaning in for a kiss. Tara met him halfway, her soft lips brushing against his. “Mmm, it smells amazing,” she purred, reaching for a slice.

Ricky playfully swatted her hand away. “Ah ah, weren’t you the one who said you had a video lesson to film today? Shouldn’t you be getting ready?” Tara pouted, her hazel eyes dancing with mischief. “I’ve got plenty of time, and besides, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” She stressed her point by sliding her hand down Ricky’s chest, her fingers deftly untying his apron.

“Tara,” Ricky warned, though there was a telltale twitch beneath his jeans that gave away his lack of conviction. Tara only smiled, tugging him towards the bedroom. “I need you to help me with my lesson plan,” she insinuated, biting her lower lip. “Okay, but only because I know how dedicated you are to your craft,” Ricky relented with a chuckle, allowing Tara to lead him back to their love nest.

The camera was already set up, focused on the bed. Tara guided Ricky to sit at the end, his back against the pillows. She straddled his lap, her nightie riding up her thick thighs. Ricky groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she rocked against him. “Careful, babe,” he rasped. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” Tara just smirked, reaching between them to palm his growing bulge.

“I have no intention of starting,” she purred, leaning in to nip at his ear. “I’m just going to give my viewers a little sneak peek of what’s to come.” With that, she slipped off his lap and onto her back, spreading her legs wide. Ricky wasted no time divesting himself of his jeans and boxer briefs, his impressive length springing free. Tara licked her lips, reaching down to stroke him.

“Now watch,” she instructed, splaying her thighs open to reveal her glistening flesh. Ricky groaned, his hips jerking in Tara’s grasp. She smiled, guiding him to rest on his side, their bodies curved around each other. “The spoon position is perfect for lazy mornings,” Tara narrated, her voice a husky murmur. “It’s intimate, and it lets you both get some rest.”

Ricky poised himself at her entrance, his tip nudging her slick folds. Tara bucked against him, her hands fisting in the sheets. “You just slide right in,” she gasped, his length stretching her as he finally pushed inside. “Oh, fuck,” Ricky grunted, his hips grinding against Tara’s backside. “You feel incredible.” He began to move, his thrusts shallow and slow.

Tara moaned, tilting her hips to meet his lazy strokes. “Mmm, just like that,” she encouraged, reaching back to thread her fingers through his hair. “Take your time, explore every inch of me.” Ricky heeded her words, his hands roaming over her body as he continued their sensual rhythm. He caressed her breasts, tweaking her nipples between his fingers. Tara arched into his touch, her whimpers increasing in pitch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ricky murmured, trailing kisses along her neck and shoulder. Tara shivered, clenching around him. “You feel so good,” she mewled, her hips moving in synch with his. “Don’t stop.” Ricky redoubled his efforts, his thrusts growing harder, deeper. Tara’s moans grew louder, her thighs beginning to tremble.

“That’s it, baby,” Ricky growled in her ear. “Come for me.” As if his words were a trigger, Tara’s orgasm crashed over her, her inner walls spasming around his driving length. Ricky followed her over the edge, his release pulsing hot and deep inside her. They collapsed together, their bodies slick with sweat and still joined.

“That was amazing,” Tara breathed, nuzzling into Ricky’s chest. “I told you it was the perfect position.” Ricky chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re the one who’s perfect,” he countered, planting a soft kiss on her lips. Tara smiled, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.

“So, did I give you all the details you needed for the video?” Ricky asked, his tone teasing. Tara nodded, snuggling closer. “Yes, and I’m sure my viewers are going to love it,” she replied, her eyes already drifting closed. “Now come on, we need to recharge. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Ricky chuckled, his hand smoothing over her side. “I never knew teaching could be so tiring,” he joked. Tara only smacked his chest playfully in response, a contented sigh on her lips as she drifted off.

The camera captured it all, the footage destined to become the milf’s next wildly popular tutorial. As Tara and Ricky slumbered, the audience already queued up, eager to learn the secrets to having the perfect spoon. And Tara would be waiting, a sly smile on her face, ready to dispense more of her unique brand of bedroom wisdom.