Rough Morning Fuck

She Didn’t Want to Wait

You were still half-asleep when you felt her stroking your cock under the blanket. She didn’t even say anything. Just kissed your neck, climbed over you, and started grinding. Her panties were already wet. You groaned and grabbed her hips, but she swatted your hand away like she was in control this time. Her tits brushed your chest while she moved on top of you, slow at first, then grinding harder. You weren’t fully awake for this rough morning fuck, but your body didn’t care. She wanted it, and she wasn’t asking.

You tried to sit up, to kiss her, maybe flip her over, but she pushed your shoulders back down and slid down to suck your cock. Her mouth was warm, sloppy, and perfect. You were already throbbing, and she knew it. She didn’t stop until you were gripping the sheets and panting. This wasn’t the usual lazy morning sex. She had something filthier in mind. Instead, she wanted rough morning fuck.

She Took Control With Rough Morning Fuck

You didn’t even get a chance to breathe before she climbed back on top of you. She reached between her legs and slid your cock inside her, fast and deep. Her pussy was dripping, and she rode you hard, using your body like it belonged to her. You grabbed her hips, but she slammed down even harder. Her hair was sticking to her face, her hands pressed against your chest. This wasn’t slow. This wasn’t sweet. This was rough morning fuck, and she was treating your cock like it owed her something.

She leaned down and bit your neck while she fucked you harder. Her tits bounced in your face, and her moans turned into grunts. You slapped her ass, grabbed her throat, and suddenly she was even wetter. She came once, then twice, hips shaking, but she didn’t stop. She wanted more. You flipped her over, shoved her face into the pillow, and kept going. She was begging for rough morning fuck, and now she had it.

No One’s Getting Sleep Now

Her body was wrecked. Legs trembling, voice hoarse, sheets soaked. But when you pulled out and leaned down to lick her pussy, she whimpered and opened her legs wider. You slid two fingers in, tongue flicking over her clit, and her back arched instantly. She was loud, messy, and completely undone. Even after the rough morning fuck, she didn’t tell you to stop. You kept her right there, right on the edge, until she was shaking under you again. Her thighs clamped around your head, but you didn’t let up. You wanted to taste every drop she gave you.

You finally laid back, cock still hard, and she crawled over to straddle you again. She sank down slowly this time, milking every inch of you. She was sore. So were you. But that didn’t stop her from taking it one more time. You gripped her hips and finished inside her with a low, filthy groan. When you were both too spent to move, she collapsed beside you, smiling. Then, you reached over, pulled her in, and kissed her forehead. You both knew the sheets were ruined. You’d deal with that later. Even better than a filthy cuck fantasy, rough morning fuck was the best possible way to start the day.

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