feral at the thought of domestic mornings with john mactavish who fucks you all sleepy and desperate.
he’s rutting against your slick cunt, listening to your own whines and ‘please’ before johnny slips practically fucks you sideways. resting your leg on his shoulder and pressing his thumb against your clit.
“so tight, so pretty for me bon..”
johnny whispers, his eyes shut as he fucks up into your pretty pussy. you’re whimpering, feeling the warmth of his dick against your walls.
“jooohnny, baby, so good..” your voice trails off, hands in the sheets, and your eyes on johnny.
god, he looks so fucking good above you.
before you feel johnny’s hips stutter. you groan, feeling the warmth of his cum fill you up wonderfully. you’re both breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath.
“morning, bonnie.” johnny says, a huge grin on his face before he presses a sweet kiss to your temple.
“gmornin’ love.” you smile, whimpering at the feel of him pulling out. johnny lays on his side, pressing kisses up against your shoulder as you sigh. johnny eases up, smiling and draping an arm around your waist.
yeah. it was a good morning.