Mornings with My Horny Husband

As sunlight filters through the curtains, so does the warmth of my husband's hands, roaming my body. His morning wood presses against me, seeking entrance. I stir, feigning sleep, as he whispers dirty nothings in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. His fingers find my clit, circling expertly, coaxing me to wakefulness. I arch into him, my body betraying my earlier resolve to ignore his advances.

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