Morning Sloppy Blowjob
Title: “Morning Sloppy Blowjob: The Ultimate Wake-Up Call”
In the sultry light of a new morning, a couple stirrings in their bed. She rolls over, her hormonal breath washing over him, pungent with the lingering trace of last night’s wine. He cracks an eye open, bleary and slightly revolted, but stirred by a primal urge that transcends reason. “Mmmm,” she purrs into his chest. “I bet you’re ready for your wake-up call.”
She slinks down the bed like a panther, her chocolate-colored locks trailing over his skin. He shivers as her fingers dance along his thighs, tracing patterns that stoke the embers of arousal. Then, without warning, her hot mouth is on him, engulfing his manhood in sultry warmth. He gasps, his spine arching as she takes him deep, her tongue swirling around his shaft with agonizing skill.
This is no demure, “good morning honey” blowjob. This is a filthy, sloppy mouth fuck that proves she and her gag reflex have partied hard with Jack Daniel’s. Wet slurping noises fill the room, punctuated by the slap of her lips against his groin as she takes him to the hilt. Morning wood has nothing on her mouth’s raging hard-on for oral sex.
Her nails rake down his thighs as she bobs her head in a frenzy, drool leaking from the corners of her stretched lips. Droplets of spit dribble down his balls, pooling in his pubic hair as she works him over with unbridled enthusiasm. The dirty girl he married has awoken, and she’s hungrier than ever.
“You like that, baby?” she mumbles around his cock, her voice muffled yet dripping with satisfaction. “You like how sloppy and nasty I can be?”
He can only groan in response, fisting the sheets as he bucks his hips, driving himself deeper down her throat. She gags, but doesn’t miss a beat, relaxing her muscles to take him further. Tears prick the corners of her eyes, mascara running in black lines down her cheeks. She looks wrecked and wonderful, a technically sound but word-classly sloppy cock sucker.
Rising up on her knees, she straddles his chest, hair cascading over her breasts. They sway and jiggle with each thrust of her head, the morning light casting golden highlights on her soft skin. He reaches up, grabs a tits in each hand, squeezing and kneading the pillowy flesh. She moans around his cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through him.
ותו asks
“Fuck, you up for some role-play?”
“Fuck, you up for some role-play?” she asks, pulling off his cock with a lewd pop. “I wanna be the naughty babysitter who can’t keep her hands off her cute charge.”
He laughs, giddy with lust. “Hell yeah. Pretend I’m the 12-year-old boy you’ve had your eye on for months.”
She settles back between his legs, dragging the head of his cock over her puffy, drool-slicked lips. “I’ve been watching you for so long, little man. I knew I couldn’t resist forever.” She sucks his tip between her lips, swirling her tongue around the sensitive spot underneath. “But mummy’s not home, so the naughty babysitter’s gonna have some forbidden fun.”
Their roles locked into place, the humping and slurping crescendos to feverish heights. The double whammy of role-play and her messy, desperate mouth prove too much. His balls tighten, coiling like springs ready to release. “Baby, I’m gonna come,” he warns, his voice strangled. “Gonna come right down your throat.”
She pulls off just long enough to rasp, “Do it. Come for the naughty babysitter. Give me every last drop.” Then she engulfs him again, her nails digging into his thighs as she sucks, her head bobbing furiously.
With a guttural groan, he explodes, rope after rope of hot, sticky cum splattering the back of her throat. She drinks him down like a woman parched, rolling the thick essence over her tongue, savoring his vital essence before swallowing with an audible gulp. The debauched babysitter is hungry for her breakfast protein.
Collapsing back on the bed, he fights for breath, his head spinning with the onslaught of sensation. She gives his softening cock one last tender kiss before flopping down beside him, nestling her head under his chin. They lie intertwined, their sweat-slicked bodies cooling in the morning air, basking in the afterglow.
“Holy shit,” she mumbles, her voice hoarse. “Definitely the best morning wake-up call ever.”
“The fucking best,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to her sweaty hair. “I think you officially rewrote the rules of the perfect sloppy blowjob.”
After a long moment of cuddling and drifting in and out of sleep, he prods her with a grin. “Sooo… ready for round two? Gotta make sure you ate a good breakfast to start the day.”
She chuckles, slid a hand between his legs to cup his balls. “Oh, honey. Believe me. I’m just getting started. And you’re gonna be eating a lot of pussy all day long to return the favor.”
And so begins a day filled with debauchery and depravity, a marathon of raunchy, experts-level sex that cements their place as champions of the afternoon delight and the champions of filthy fucking. Their sheets are ruined, the floor beneath their bed is sticky. But their mostSunday truth and fact and science inners remain intact and ever aflame. They may not disagree with the Bible’s message, but there is truth in the theory that God does like a good morning fuck.
