Morning sex – She wants to fuck again after our hard night – Sextwoo –

The sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains when a pair of hands began to wander over the smooth, warm skin of the woman lying next to him in bed. That woman was Marine, his French girlfriend, and together they had spent the previous night engaged in a passionate lovemaking session that had left them both utterly spent. But it seemed that Marine was ready for round two, her delicate fingers brushing against his thigh, then inching upwards to stroke his morning wood.

“Mmm, bonjour mon amour,” she purred, her voice still husky with sleep. “I believe it’s time for our morning exercise routine, non?”

Without waiting for a response, Marine straddled his hips, her firm breasts brushing against his chest as she leaned down to kiss him deeply. He could feel the heat of her desire as she ground against him, her wetness coating his cock. Breaking the kiss, she looked down at him with a wicked grin, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Jouer avec moi,” she whispered, translated to “play with me.” With that, she reached between their bodies and guided him to her entrance, sinking down onto his hard length with a low moan.

“Oh oui, tu es si dur,” she gasped as she began to move, her hips rolling in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he thrust up to meet her movements. The sight of her breasts bouncing with each movement was almost too much to bear, and he found himself stating up at her in awe, marveling at her beauty.

Marine’s head fell back, her blonde hair spilling down her back as she rode him harder, faster. Her moans filled the room, interspersed with French exclamations of pleasure that only served to drive him wild. He could feel the tension building in his groin, his balls tightening as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, Marine slipped off of him and turned around, presenting her toned ass to him as she got on her hands and knees. “Je veux sentir ta bite dans mon cul,” she demanded, her voice dripping with desire. Translated to “I want to feel your cock in my ass.”

Without hesitation, he positioned himself behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. She let out a loud gasp as he entered her, the tight ring of muscle resisting before giving way to his thick length. He began to thrust, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed as he felt the exquisite pressure around him.

Marine was moaning uncontrollably now, her face pressed into the pillow as he pounded into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by his grunts of effort and her cries of ecstasy. He reached around to play with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers as he fucked her harder and faster.

He could feel his orgasm approaching rapidly, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his release. Marine seemed to sense it too, her inner muscles clenching around him as she encouraged him on in French. “Viens pour moi, mon amour. Jouis dans mon cul,” she urged, her voice breathless and needy.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her and let go, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep into her ass. Marine let out a scream of pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her own climax as she collapsed forward onto the bed. He followed soon after, lying on top of her as they both struggled to catch their breath.

After a few moments, Marine wriggled out from under him and turned to face him, a satisfied smile on her face. “Merci, chéri,” she purred, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Now that was a much better wake-up call than my phone alarm.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, still reeling from the intensity of their morning encounter. “Oui, definitely,” he agreed, pulling her close and resting his chin on top of her head. “But what about your morning yoga class?” he teased, remembering that she had a session booked for later that day.

Marine laughed and playfully swatted his chest. “Tais-toi,” she chided, translated to “shut up.” “I think I deserve a rest day after that workout, non?”

He smiled and nodded, happy to have her in his arms for a little while longer. After all, they had a whole day ahead of them, and he had a feeling that this wasn’t the last time they’d be breaking a sweat together that day.