Good Morning
You wake to the sight of big tits catching the soft morning light, and your breath stops before your eyes fully open.
You feel the warmth of the room settle against your skin, the silence thick and unhurried, the way it only ever is before the rest of the world intrudes.
You want to reach out, to press your palm flat against that curves, to feel the weight and heat of another body before a single word is spoken — just hunger, just skin, just the slow pull of desire filling the quiet morning around you.
