Good Morning Babe
I had just woken Clive and it was clear that his body was still aching from the long nightshift. He glanced at his phone at Lyndas advice, a message from Penny still on the screen. She had been chatting with their mutual friend, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He wanted to get to know her too, but he was too tired to join the conversation.
Lynda, on the other hand, was feeling anything but tired. She had been talking to their friend for hours, their conversation taking a decidedly erotic turn. She felt her body respond, her heart racing and her breath quickening. She decided to take matters into her own hands.
She walked into the bedroom, her eyes landing on Clive's phone in his hand and his cock in the other. She smirked, taking the phone from him and setting it aside. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in her grasp.
Clive groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he felt Lynda's hand on him. "Fuck, Lynda," he breathed, his head falling back onto the pillow.
Lynda chuckled, her hand moving faster. She could feel him getting harder, his cock throbbing in her hand. She knew he wouldn't last long, not after a long nightshift and with her hand on him.
Clive's breath quickened as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He couldn't hold on much longer, not with Lynda's hand on him and the image of their friend in his mind.
Lynda could feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing in her hand. She tightened her grip, her hand moving faster. She wanted him to come, wanted to see him lose control.
Clive groaned, his body tensing as he felt himself coming undone. He thrust his hips up, his cock throbbing as he came hard.
Lynda grinned, her hand covered in his cum. She brought her hand to her mouth, licking it clean. She loved the taste of him, loved the way he looked when he came.
Clive panted, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He looked at Lynda, his eyes full of lust. He wanted her, wanted to bury himself inside her.
Lynda smirked, climbing off the bed, get in the shower you dirty fucker , i will sort out breakfast for you as well.
Lynda, on the other hand, was feeling anything but tired. She had been talking to their friend for hours, their conversation taking a decidedly erotic turn. She felt her body respond, her heart racing and her breath quickening. She decided to take matters into her own hands.
She walked into the bedroom, her eyes landing on Clive's phone in his hand and his cock in the other. She smirked, taking the phone from him and setting it aside. She wrapped her hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in her grasp.
Clive groaned, his eyes fluttering open as he felt Lynda's hand on him. "Fuck, Lynda," he breathed, his head falling back onto the pillow.
Lynda chuckled, her hand moving faster. She could feel him getting harder, his cock throbbing in her hand. She knew he wouldn't last long, not after a long nightshift and with her hand on him.
Clive's breath quickened as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He couldn't hold on much longer, not with Lynda's hand on him and the image of their friend in his mind.
Lynda could feel him getting closer, his cock pulsing in her hand. She tightened her grip, her hand moving faster. She wanted him to come, wanted to see him lose control.
Clive groaned, his body tensing as he felt himself coming undone. He thrust his hips up, his cock throbbing as he came hard.
Lynda grinned, her hand covered in his cum. She brought her hand to her mouth, licking it clean. She loved the taste of him, loved the way he looked when he came.
Clive panted, his body still trembling from the force of his orgasm. He looked at Lynda, his eyes full of lust. He wanted her, wanted to bury himself inside her.
Lynda smirked, climbing off the bed, get in the shower you dirty fucker , i will sort out breakfast for you as well.
3 months ago