When it comes to sex, I’m a bit of an any time, any place, anywhere kind of girl but, for me, there is no nicer start to the day, than to have Master C slowly wake me up, His hands caressing my body, the hardness of His early morning erection pressing against me as He spoons me from behind.
I wake up, all tingly as His hands cup and caress my boobs. I part my legs slightly so that He can run a finger along my cunt, feeling my warm moistness.
I stretch and roll on to my back, my legs apart as Master C moves on top of me, kissing my neck, nibbling my earlobe as His lovely thick, hard cock slides slowly into me.
From there on in, it’s automatic; Master C starts slowly, tenderly, lazily fucking me. Then, as the sensations mount, His strokes become imperceptibly faster, harder. I pull my legs back as He slides in deeper, with every thrust our need becomes increasingly urgent.
Before long, His cock is pounding me, pinning me to the bed; I feel the first stirrings of my orgasm awaken.
The sensations grow, my cunt quivers, His breathing deepens as we move inexorably closer.
I come, clutching at His back, pulling Him tightly against me as my cunt grips His cock tightly.
Master C begins to moan, His body stiffens, I can feel His cock pulse inside me.
With a final thrust, moaning “Morag! Oh Morag!” Master C erupts. His warm cum floods my cunt as He collapses on top of me, pinning me beneath Him.
We lie there, our hearts pounding, our bodies still joined, savouring the sweet, drowsiness of our early morning passion.
Yes, there is no better start to the day.