Morning light was sneaking through the curtains, soft and gold, hitting the bed where we were still tangled up.
I woke up first, body sore in the best way, p***y still puffy and tender from last night. Mhino was behind me, one heavy arm thrown over my waist, his c**k already half-hard and pressed against my ass like it knew exactly where it wanted to be.
I shifted a little, rubbing back against him slow. He groaned low in his throat, hand sliding up to cup my tit, thumb brushing over my n****e until it got hard again. I felt him thicken fully behind me, hot and thick against my skin.
“Morning,” he mumbled, voice rough from sleep, lips brushing my shoulder.
I turned my head, kissed him messy and lazy, tongues sliding together while his hand wandered down between my legs. His fingers fo
