Red Confession: Devouring Your Morning Hardness in November Chill

November bites outside. Damp cold claws the windows. Inside, our bed steams. I wake from a filthy dream, pussy throbbing. Refuse to move. Buried in tangled sheets, moist heat clings to my skin. You rise. Naked but for that short tee riding up. Ass bare. Morning wood swings heavy, balls slapping thighs. Heart races. Cunt clenches hard, leaks slow want between my legs.

Hear you piss. Heavy stream crashes porcelain. Imagine it dark, hot, sour. Spraying from your fat cock mouth. Want it on me. In me. Like that moonlit night on hot grass. Shiver. Hand slips down. Fingers slick with my juice. Smear it over belly, tits. Pulse hammers.

The Fever Ignites

You return. Press against me. Spooned tight. Ass cheeks cradle your thickening shaft. Hand cups my tit. Breath hot on neck. Coffee brews. We wait. Smoke first cigs slow. Ash on quilt over your groin. Smoke curls blue, thick with sex scent. Eyes lock. Desire boils. No kids. Time stretches. My choice. Today, the feather. Your cock. Mine.

Slide down. Under covers. Hot cave of us. Lips brush your soft beast. Heavy, warm, musky. Sniff deep. Press prepuce. Tongue laps piss beads. Salty sharp. Cock twitches. Swells in my mouth. Fills slow. Stretches jaws. Gland blooms free. Veins pulse thick. Heart pounds wild. Yours races too.

Grab shaft. Hard now. Iron rod. Skin glides firm under fist. Pump steady. Lips seal to hand. Tongue swirls head. Silk over steel. Balls in palm. Roll heavy eggs. Dip lower. Scratch perineum. Tease dark crack. Asshole winks. Hips buck. Urgency grips. Fuck my face deeper. Gagging sweet.

The Savage Feast

Faster. Grip tight. Stroke furious. Match your thrusts. Breath gasps. Yours ragged. Cock fattens. Vein throbs. Balls draw. Explosion hits. First jet scalds throat. Thick ropes flood. Hold deep. Milk every pulse. Swallow greedy. Bitter cream coats tongue. Lick last drops. Suck soft now. Defeated meat wilts.

Emerge. Eyes meet. Victory glows. Kiss long. Share your taste. Tongues tangle slick. Smoke again. Nestled close. Fingers trace my ass cleft. Skin burns still. Hearts slow. You leap up. Ritual haste. Shower roars. Razor scrapes. Cologne clouds. Suit arms you. Proper man.

Stand tall. Eyes gleam wicked. ‘See you soon, love.’ Door clicks. Alone. Body hums. Pussy aches empty. Evening waits. Friends. Oysters. Wine. But this morning brands us. Eternal fire.