Morning Ritual

Waking up to your dick in my throat puts a smile on my face every time. Morning sex is preferred and sensual dirty talk is required, however, choking on your dick is my favorite. The way you wrap your hands around my throat while you shove your fat dick deep in my throat reminds me of The Rossi and O. Her ability to take humiliation while serving her Sir's will and desires break barriers and stereotypes for housewives. The sparkling morning light that peaks into the room voyeuristically teasing it's inevitable arrival in my room at the right moments when my eyes begin to focus on your balls plunging onto my forehead during our ritual. Soft inner thigh skin caressing my cheek occasionally, rhythmically carrying the scent of last night's bath and goodnight sex. The creek of the bed I have been asking you to fix or purchase another made music for my crescendo. Remembering how much you love tasting me after we fuck but more after the sex from the previous has settled and we fuck again. You love smelling yourself on me. Knocking pillows to the wayside so that my legs can stretch out and you can get a better view of my pussy which takes me out of swallowing and choking for a moment, allowing me to gyrate on your face and moan for more of your pleasure. As annoying as it may be to you, your hair tickling my legs and quads adds to my orgasm but your thick hands digging into my flesh for more of my pussy is the anthem to my morning.

 I get to feel the softest lips all over my body in pure celebration. The cacophony of delights filling the morning bedroom with an almost assured destination of decibels, reverberating the thin windows our neighbors repeatedly complain about, adds to the music of the squeak in the bed. Not to mention the headboards incredible timing circling their syncopation. When you lean into my ear to tell me how much you enjoy hearing me call your name upon odd numbers of your pelvic thrust... I become the puddle you've created between my thighs. 

"Tell me you want more Princess".

" You better cum again or ill stop fucking you".

"There's my good girl. Cum again".

" Cum all over my dick sweet girl".

 Madness running amuck in my head when you are fully awake arriving like the sun now shining through curtains bouncing off corners and knick-knacks. I barely reply in a coherent sentence structure which makes you grin devilishly. You run your hands through my hair. You scan my body and face carefully deciding to either smell my neck or bite it. This is our morning ritual and I love it.