I woke up as if something heavy was overlapping my body. When I opened my eyes, Tim's face appeared on me, which was sound asleep. I tried to move away from him, but he just pulled me closer to him again. I lifted the blanket over me cause I feel as if someone was poking me.
When I looked at it, my jaw almost dropped when I saw what it was. Early on, the morning, but Tim's manhood was already alive. It seems like he has his flag racing.
I gasped as I felt his hand on my chest. "Good morning, baby,” he greets me, and as he nuzzles on my neck.
“Good morning, aren’t we going to work?”
“I already called sick the same as you,” my lips parted on what I heard.
“Why?” I asked him curiously.
“I loved the morning like this with you. Can we do this more often?” I can’t help but smile at h
