Celyn The morning light sneaks through those half drawn curtains and spills across the messy bed in this soft, golden haze. I wake up slowly, my body all achy and warm in the spots that still remember everything from last night. Jamal’s heavy arm is draped over my waist, his breath tickling the back of my neck. I don’t move right away, just lying on the bed, soaking it in. My softer curves pressed up against his solid build, my warm brown skin against his deeper shade. His chest goes up and down steady behind me, one thick thigh caught between mine. The rain smell from outside still hangs around mixed with sweat and his cologne.I turn careful in his arms. Damn, even in his sleep, he still looks good looking, his jaw all relaxed, lips a little parted, those broad shoulders and chest out on display. My eyes wander lower, even soft, his cock sits heavy against his thigh. Heat flares up between my legs again, suddenly with a deep ache. I slide down, kissing along his stomach open mo
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