Morning Hard-Ons

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Now on to my own... Every morning my Makis wakes up with a hard-on. Usually a few kisses and some caresses are enough to calm him down, but the other morning was about to be different.

I had just opened my eyes and the sight of his erect cock beneath his boxer shorts didn't really impress me anymore. I kissed him and rested my head on his chest, rubbing my face against his chest hair as I do every morning—a sensation that drives me wild. I got up to make coffee and soon heard him coming into the kitchen behind me.

He came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and pressed his body tightly against mine. When I felt his cock pushing against my waist, I turned and gave him a sly smile. He was kissing my neck and earlobe, lifting the red satin nightgown I was wearing up to my waist, caressing my ass cheeks over my black thong.

I leaned my body slightly back against him and felt his cock grow even harder. Without looking at him, I slipped my hand into his boxer shorts and gripped him with my palm, slowly stroking him. I pulled him out and he began rubbing his cock against my thighs, while he slid his hands under my nightgown and squeezed my breasts.

He knelt in front of me, gently pushed my thong aside and started licking my pussy and fingering me, while I leaned back against the kitchen counter. When he saw I was fully aroused, he made me sit on a chair and stood upright directly in front of me, rubbing his cock against my cheeks. I licked his shaft, caressing his hairy balls, and when I started taking him into my mouth he stared at me, growling, grabbed my hair and pushed my head faster and faster. He lifted me in his arms and placed me on the kitchen table, my back against the wall.

He entered me and began to fuck me with thrusts that grew faster and harder as time passed. I glanced sideways and through the window saw a neighbor hanging out laundry. Unconcerned whether she could see or hear us, I wrapped my arms even tighter around my Makis, my breathing growing heavier and heavier. A little later we changed positions—I was standing upright in front of the table, one foot propped on a chair, my hands braced against the wall, while Makis was behind me, relentlessly fucking my pussy with a wilder rhythm than ever before.

I reached my hand between my legs and rubbed his balls as he continued to fuck me, sometimes grabbing my ass, sometimes squeezing my tits. With a long, drawn-out "ahh," he pulled out and began cumming all over my thighs and ass.

My day had started in the best possible way...