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My favorite time to have sex is the morning. I am not sure why and it is not everyones favorite but it is certainly mine. You know how much I love sex in the morning and you used it to your advantage. This morning I was cooking, naked in an apron, and then did the dishes. I didn't know you were there at first. You have a key and you come and go as you please. That is why I gave you a key. People though, can feel one anothers prescence and I felt you there in the room. I looked up and you just staring me from the living room, which isn't far away in my small apartment. You were hotter than ever today and I had no idea why. You came up from behind me and pulled the tie from my apron with your teeth. Nice and slow, and so very very sexy. Then you began to kiss my neck with small wet kisses, and before I knew it, I was wet somewhere else. You slowly dragged me to my living room but instead of sitting on a couch, we settled on the floor. You kissed me long and hard as your arms moved all across my body, laying me down on the carpet. You caressed my skin and tugged at my nipples until there was no turning back. Kisses fell ever so softly. You kissed me down my body, arms, legs, elbows. I felt something slide. Two fingers slid and fit into me nicely as you rotated in circles. Pulling them out, you moved southward, and began kissing my legs and ass. In one fast motion, you pulled my legs into the splits, which I do very easily. You sucked tenderly on my juices and kissed the parts that made me tingle.
Then the pressure came. I felt your body move towards me. I felt you enter my insides. You moved roughly in and out, just as I like it. Rough sex, pushing my body to the floor. You tried to hold off so I could come first, but you couldn't resist. I knew you couldn't, because I made those noises just for you. You finished me off with a few licks, I was turned on beyond belief and I covered your face in warm liquids. All of this happening on my living room floor.
The_scent_of_sex.
You don't know hot to make me feel better anymore though. You use sex to solve problems because you know it makes me happy. But why don't you try and do something for me besides make me climax. It would mean more.
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