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sprawled half on and half off his body. She tried to get more comfortable, but he was rock hard and sound asleep. Poor baby had done more of the work last night. In fact, he had woken her up twice more that night to make love and once to fuck. She was so tired that the last time, he was already inside her and moving before she was fully awake. It was a wonderful way to wake up.
    Hmm. She should return the favour. She looked down his body. He was sporting what the guys called “morning wood.” She slid down, under his arm, and positioned herself over his cock. It was truly an impressive sight in daylight. She leaned down and licked it from root to tip like an ice cream cone. Then she swirled her tongue around the head and across the slit. He groaned, and his cock seemed to grow before her eyes.
    She looked up. “Good morning.” Then she lowered her mouth over the head and sucked, hard. He groaned. She sucked again. Then she opened her mouth wide and took as much as she could inside. Between his size and the angle lying down, she couldn’t get much inside. So she grasped him with her right hand, just below her mouth, and as she suctioned and pulled up with her mouth, she pulled down with her hand.
    He groaned harder, his back arching. And then his cock twitched and he was coming, his seed shooting into her mouth. She swallowed it all and then delicately cleaned his cock with her tongue.
    When she finished, she kissed her way up his body, ending with a kiss on his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard on her mouth. He reached down and squeezed her butt cheeks.
    “Have you ever had a cock in your ass?” he whispered.
    She shook her head. She shivered at the thought. It was so naughty, yet exciting. She could feel the cream leaking between her thighs at the thought, and he could feel it, too, as he moved his hand between her legs.
    He smiled broadly. “You’ll love it. We’ll start working it. In the meantime…” He gave her a light smack on the ass and hopped out of bed, walking to the bathroom and whistling to himself.
    She leaned back in the bed, smiling. She must have been daydreaming, because it only seemed like a few minutes later that he swept back into the bedroom, picked her up, and carried her into the bathroom, where a steaming bubble bath awaited. He stepped in and sat down carefully, positioning her on his lap. Then he picked up a bottle of body wash, poured some in his hand, and started washing her. He washed her arms and legs and between her legs until she was moaning and writhing. He then positioned her so she was straddling him and lowered her gently onto his cock. She tried to move, but he held her in place. He took a soapy finger and rubbed it between her ass cheeks. Then he pressed his finger against her rosette. She tensed, but he rubbed her back with his other hand.
    “Relax” he whispered in her ear as his finger slipped in to the first knuckle. It felt…weird. A little dirty, a little hot. She moved almost involuntarily, and he pushed his finger in deeper, swirling it around. With his cock inside her pussy, she felt full, and his finger seemed to trigger nerve endings she didn’t know existed. She felt an overwhelming need to move, so she lifted herself up and down his cock, which also had the effect of fucking her ass on his finger. She held on to his shoulders as she moved faster. He took the opportunity to insert a second finger and at the same time manoeuvred his free hand between their bodies and pinched her clit. She felt like she was breaking into a thousand pieces as her orgasm slammed through her. He pulled his fingers from her ass and used both his hands to grasp her hips and hold her still as he slammed up hard into her before shooting his cum deep inside her.
    She slumped against him. He whispered in her ear, “If you liked my fingers, wait until you feel my cock in your ass.”
    Before she could respond, he picked her up and set her down beside the tub. He