Sunday Morning Surrender

Every Sunday morning, she wakes to the same routine. Her lover, already hard and ready, pulls her close, his hands exploring her body like a well-loved map. He lifts her leg, positioning himself at her entrance, and with one swift thrust, he's inside her, filling her completely. She gasps, her nails digging into his back as he begins to move, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her. The room is filled with the scent of sex and the sound of their bodies coming together, their moans growing louder as they race towards their climax.

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