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(Katerina's POV) Groans and the sound of the bed sheets rustling, sneak past my ear, awakening me from my slumber. Something thick and stiff pokes at my rear. In response, I cautiously adjust my body. Another groan is heard from him. "Shit, babe, I'm sorry for waking you up," Kaden whispers huskily, "I just—have the bad case of morning wood." He pecks at my ear.

he roars. "Miller” I groaned my back arched as my orgasms build in my lower belly. "Oh fuck! Oh, my goddess Mill....er" I am close, I screamed as we both reach our climax. MORNING SEX. My body feels so weak and exhausted, I feel so sore in my pussy. Miller swatted my pussy. I opened my eyes, and meet my mate cuddling me. "Good morning, my queen, he mumbles as he kissed me on my forehead.

The caption read "This will all be inside of you Friday night. I hope you forget to use protection when that happens!" Just reading got me so hot that I ran my fingers over my clit and came hard again. It felt soo good, and I couldn't stop imagining his bare cock inside my bare pussy. My dreams didn't help any and I woke up even hornier than when I fell asleep. Sad to say I woke up late and couldn't do anything about it. The first text I got from him was on the same lines as the last, showing me his morning wood, and how he couldn't wait to be with me.

Sure enough, he was still knocked out in bed, but his snoring had lessened so I assumed he wasn’t as deeply asleep anymore. I considered waking him up sweetly, I considered startling him awake like we had done to each other many times as children. But in the end, my pent up sexual frustration from last night won the battle. I slipped off all my clothes and then padded over to his side of the bed. In one swift movement I lifted the blankets off him and slid myself under them and between his legs. He was still mostly asleep, just starting to stir, but I was pleasantly surprised to see morning wood wasn’t limited to only the morning time. I pulled down his boxers and wrapped my hand around him,

He couldn’t bear it if she woke up and demanded another round of what had happened between them last night. He arrived at his office earlier than usual, the campus still quiet. His cock had been hard since waking, leaking steadily into his boxers from dreams of his student. Walking into his office, he closed the door, pulled out his phone, and opened a saved video—raw, filthy gay p**n of a dominant younger man destroying an older one. He shoved his slacks down without hesitation, freeing his thick cock, and his hard, angry cock slapped heavily against his stomach, the fat head already shiny with precum.

My bare breasts crushed to his ribs, my thigh sliding over his, and oh sweet goddess, there it was, morning wood, thick and rigid and pressed insistently against my stomach like it was saying good morning in the rudest way possible. Memories detonated behind my eyes... his mouth between my legs, my screams echoing off the windows. The way I’d squirted, twice or more like some kind of supernatural fountain, the way I’d begged. Thinking more I squeaked, an actual squeak and tried to hide my face in his chest. His scent flooded me, midnight frost, old blood, and something darker that made my mouth water and my clit throb with treacherous enthusiasm. Dax stirred. A low, sleepy rumble vibrated th

Home from college Adam gets a surprise. NB: This story contains mature themes of erotic sex, incest/taboo sex and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. Enjoy. >>>> I woke up in the morning with my usual raging morning wood. Right then, I had forgotten two crucial things as I whipped off my skivvies and started stroking my just above average cock, a reasonable 7 inches and decently thick. I lay there stroking slowly, wanting to get off, but I wasn't in a hurry. In the back of my mind, I heard the footsteps and a slight gasp, but they hadn't registered yet.

I pushed back against him, meeting his rhythm, lost in the sensation. My mummy friend brought the phone closer, propping it up so I could see the screen. “Watch with us,” she urged. The video had shifted to something new—two men entangled, their bodies moving together in raw, passionate ways. Gay p**n, explicit and unfiltered. Cocks sliding into mouths, hands stroking, hips snapping in fervent thrusts. The sight shocked me at first, but combined with Uncle Sam pounding into me from behind, it sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing through me.

I retorted with a smirk. "Jazzie, sweetheart," he responded, lifting his hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "It's called morning wood. Every guy gets it. I'm not like you—getting wet just by hugging a guy." 'Wait? I’m . . . what?' He took a couple of steps back, eyes dropping to his pajamas—right where the bulge had been. With two fingers, he pinched the fabric where a small damp patch had darkened his gray pajamas.

That was an unexpected bonus from that film. Bonus scene 2 was a morning wood session of the two actors, i.e. mom and I. It showed us 'sleeping', then my frisky yanking of the bed covers, revealing my gorgeous mother in a diaphanous peignoir. Still warm from sleep, I moved those silky thighs apart and got between her legs. I flexed my muscles in manly triumph at having access to this fantastic sexpot this sunny morning. As I gently pushed my ten inches of rock hard 'morning wood' into the now already fertilized depths of her womanhood, she awakened. I bent over and kissed her. I then slowly moved her legs up and over my shoulders for maximum penetration. The camera closed in for the old 'in