Vayda Sorel

Friday Morning

I woke up with you still inside me, my inner thighs moist with our love from the night before. We wake up to the sounds of a steady rain, a baby thunder, with a window cracked so we embrace the breeze. You stiffen inside me and my pussy melts like butter... mmm you feel good. You grip my body firm while you slowly deep stroke me from behind, licking my back, my neck, my ear with the tip of your tongue; my body quivering at your touch. One leg mid air and your hips moving faster, I bask in your embrace sensing our passion growing. You remove yourself from my insides and lay in between my legs, gulping my juices for breakfast as I cream on your face. Don’t wipe your mouth, I lick your lips. Kissing my juices off your face while your fingers wander my body.