Bad c**k!
I’m jarring from my thoughts when my woman wraps her arms around my waist, pressing her body on me. I can feel her n*****s harden against her thin nighties, and I know for sure she’s not wearing anything under. She presses her face against my back.
No matter how much I want to take her again here on this kitchen island, I have a better plan to take her somewhere.
“Morning,” she says with her groggy voice. Her warm breath sends tingles straight to my c**k.
“Good morning, my love! I didn’t make breakfast for us, but we have to go somewhere today. So we might just buy coffee and donuts on our way.” I face her. Her eyes are still half-closed.
She nods.
She’s still beautiful even her hair is run by a tornado. Do I forget to mention that I love her hair?
“Where are we going?” Sh
