SO, we get back to the hotel on the night of his sisters wedding, drunk of course…and we fool around and laugh and wrestle and have a penetratingly good time until I have a few orgasms and then we went to sleep cuddling as always…even though I’m pumping serious sexual heat. What a keeper, this man is.
The following morning, I awake to quite a stiff one pushing up behind me. All he had to say was “it’s my turn now…” and I knew I was in for a fucking and a half.
Morning sex is, and will always be, my favorite.