Morning Wood Gif Novels & Stories

•• Victoria’s POV ••• Packing House On our second wedding anniversary, I received a gift from my mate— a sex tape of him and his lover. He had her pinned against his office’s cherrywood desk, slamming into her from behind. Every moan, every thrust, every whisper coiled around my throat like a vine, choking me. I pressed a hand over my mouth, disbelief flooding me. Tears carved down my cheeks like knives.

I asked him jokingly. "Cuddling my wife early in the morning is even more important to me." He rumbled, and it made me tingle. I could feel his morning wood pressing into me. I raised my hips to grind against him. "You want to get f*cked early on Monday morning?" His voice had grown raspy as he nibbled my neck. "Yes, please." He chuckled cruelly, and it sent a shiver down my spine. He shoved his hand into my sleepwear to find my thighs already wet with evidence of my arousal.

She is giving it her fucking all as she winds her hips, flips her hair, and rubs her hand over her body. My eyes are fixed on her hand as she rubs it over her breasts, down her torso, past the hem of her shirt, and I follow it back up her thigh as it rubs over her ass. Do I get morning wood? In my defense, I just wanted some bacon and ended up with a show. I decide to stop being a creep and let her know I am in the kitchen with her. “Morning, Sunshine” She whips around with her hand over her heart.

There were small hidden cameras on the shelf behind his desk pointing toward the students' chairs. He groaned my name on the video. "Sophia... fuck yes." He stroked himself faster. I felt my face burn hot and my pussy grew wet against my will. This was wrong. He was my teacher. He was married. But seeing him jerk off to me made my nipples hard under my shirt. I must have made a small noise because he looked up suddenly and our eyes met through the door. For a second he looked surprised. Then a dark smile spread across his face. He did not cover himself. He just stood up with his hard cock still out and walked to the door.

It began to paint images of my step-daddy naked while pumping hard into his fist. My cheeks instantly turned red and I made to leave as soon as possible, but Bryan's next word had me frozen, to a point I could barely breathe. “Yesss….Melissa, suck that dick.” My step-daddy was fucking his cock while imagining my mouth around it. My pussy immediately caught fire and my body came alive. My pajama trousers didn't forget to stick to my pussy lips due to how wet I was. Dripping hard like a whore. “Melissa….choke on this cock….take it all…” His former words were less filthy than the latter.

He was frozen in place while still looking at me intently. “Gruvv, come here quickly... I'm right here.” I said again, he stood up and I could see the piece of meat hardening and oozing liquid. The pungent and sweet pheromone smell slowly intoxicated me, my head was buzzing loudly, my body felt hot. No, not now. We don't have condoms in this room. “Gruvv...” I called out to him again.

The rays of the morning sun seeped through Taro's window while he laid on the bed, his bed sheet covered his naked body. Taro enjoyed the cold atmosphere of the room, immersed in the p**n video of a petite Japanese girl and a gym man making love to each other during a gym session. His hand gripped his d**k, lightly stroking it. Just as things were getting intense, his phone chimed in with impeccable bad timing. Taro grudgingly picked up his boss's call. "Good morning sir," He greeted the strict man.

“I’ll bring it down a notch for your sake, though.” I’ve lost count of the nights where I had to fall asleep with an aching erection, waking up with a morning wood that soured my mornings. I’d go back and daydream of our time spent in the warehouse, stroking the desire outta my cock. The way he met every thrust. The way his hot cum spilled all over my belly, my groin. Goshh, fuck. The thing is—it worked. It always did. But then it became a morning routine. Stroking my cock like a horny-ass teenager to the thoughts of us, using my cellie in the most unholy way.

Later on the dreams became more family friendly with Brian in the picture. The morning alarm woke me up at ten. I pushed aside my beddings only to see I had morning wood. It felt both embarrassing and good that I still had that in me. Hildie used to wonder what on earth I was dreaming about waking up having a hard on, but to her credit anytime I had morning wood the morning sex was delightful. I let out a loud yawn and heard a knock on the door. “Mr. Grey, may I come in,” Nala’s voice came through the wooden door. I covered myself quickly not wanting to show her my bulging problem.

6:30 am. It was too early to wake up in the morning when I didn’t want to work out. Last night I had one of my best sleeps in my life, and something that I had dreamed of came true. Ananya was the perfect aphrodisiac and I couldn’t be luckier. Her sweet cum dripped down her wet pussy like a never ending waterfall and the perfect ‘o’ that she formed with her lips while coming down from her high was a picture that I wanted to hang on my wall.