Written by Anonymous

BDSM
6 Mar 2019


All night long they cuddled like two kittens. Their warm soft slumber, spooning and swooning sweet dreams of floating in a glassy sea of love.

She said she did not like morning sex, but morning sex liked her. Her body took over, for she was still dreaming, her mind lost in that sea. He floated like her love boat, rising and falling with her every breath.

In her dream state her hand reached around and found it. As always it was hard and hot and pressed up against her, and he let out a soft moan from her touch. Still dreaming, the gentle breeze in his sails, now a gust of wind.

They moved in unison, unconscious of what their bodies wanted, as she pressed her ass against his throbbing cock his body moved to enter her. She opened her legs to receive him. She was wet, and he dreamed of a wave splashing over him. He was now the captain at the wheel, and suddenly in command.

She gasped for breath, both with a pleasant surprise and the ecstasy of his lust penetrating her. He gently pushed the length of it into her and a rush of fire radiated from deep within throughout her awakening body.

As he awoke from his dream the sun was shining brightly on his face as he sailed into it. He was awaking, his body now in control, his mind enjoying the pleasure of her private island paradise.

At first he fucked her slow, enjoying the silkiness of her pussy. She rolled over onto her belly signaling that she wanted him deeper and harder. He complied, never leaving her paradise, and mounted her.

Suddenly he was on his feet squating over her, his groin against her sweet petite ass as his engorged cock like a piston pounded her deeper and faster, and his balls slapped against her like a drum beat. It was now jungle heat and unrestrained passion.

They came together. She screamed as he creamed her insides. She loved it, the way it pumped into her and how it felt like life itself was flooding inside her. She said she did not like morning sex, but morning sex liked her!

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