Wolfbitten
A smirk curled at my lips as I lay in the dark, half-dreaming, replaying the memory.
As she did most mornings, Gigi rolled into me, pressing her fine, fat ass right up against my morning wood, rubbing like she was already halfway to riding me. A sleepy little moan slipped past her lips as she stirred, and her hand slid lazily back to graze over me.
“Mmm,” she murmured. “You feel extra hard today.”
I smirked against her shoulder and nipped at the skin. “Special gift for a special day.”
She hummed approvingly, stretching her arms overhead. The movement arched her back and pressed her ass even harder against me.
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