I’d wake up curled into his side, my head on his chest. Some days he’d hold me close, bu
I’d wake up curled into his side, my head on his chest. Some days he’d hold me close, but most he seemed to relish having a cocksucker at hand to deal with his morning wood. Half-asleep he’d grab my head and push me down to his throbbing dick, jerking me up and down by my hair so that my lips milked his dick. He’d grunt and groan as he came, a hot, sticky gush down my throat, then laugh about me not needing breakfast anymore. -- source link