Ts Angelique stirs from her slumber, her morning wood tenting the sheets. She strokes her thick, veiny cock, feeling it grow harder in her skilled hand. Her breath hitches as she picks up the pace, her balls tightening. With a final, desperate thrust, she comes, ropes of cum painting her abs. Smiling, she leans down, licking her own spend from her stomach, savoring the salty taste of her morning release.