Patty's Morning Heat: A Weekend Bliss

The insistent chirping of my alarm clock ripped me from a hazy dream of sun-drenched beaches and endless, creamy delights. It was 6:00 AM, the hour of my favorite indulgence: morning sex. My wife, Patty, was already stirring, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. She knew the routine, the unspoken agreement between us that started our days with a primal connection, a shared need for intimacy before the demands of the world intruded.

Patty was a vision in silk, a pale lavender cover-up that barely concealed the generous curves of her breasts. They swayed gently as she moved, a constant, tantalizing reminder of the pleasure she held within. Her tits, perfectly formed and brimming with sensitivity, were a focal point for my every thought, a beacon of desire that fueled my morning fantasies. Even without any clothing, she radiated a sensuality that was both captivating and slightly unsettling.

As I slid into bed beside her, I caught her gaze, a silent invitation to continue. “Morning, darling,” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal. “Feeling particularly horny today, are we?”

“You have no idea,” I replied, my voice low and suggestive. My body instinctively moved closer, drawn to the warmth radiating from her skin. The scent of her perfume, a blend of vanilla and musk, filled my senses, intensifying my desire.

She shifted slightly, her hips arching against my chest as she tucked her feet under her, positioning herself for maximum pleasure. Her shaved pubic area was exposed, a glistening invitation that sent a jolt of excitement through me. The sight of it alone was enough to make my cock hard, a primal response to her blatant display of sensuality.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” I murmured, my hand instinctively reaching for her. Her touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. As I began to stroke her, I felt a familiar wave of pleasure wash over me, a delicious anticipation building with each movement.

She responded eagerly, her body arching and contracting in rhythm with my touch. Her nipples remained firm, a testament to her constant self-pleasure, a habit she'd picked up from this very website – MH, as she liked to call it. She’d even adopted the term “creampuff” to describe her orgasms, a playful reference to the creamy, overflowing sensation she experienced.

As the morning progressed, my arousal intensified. I imagined her strutting around the house in her cover-up, catching glimpses of her bountiful tits swaying in the hallway mirror or the bathroom vanity. The thought alone was enough to send another wave of pleasure coursing through my veins. It wasn't just about the physical act; it was about the anticipation, the longing, the sheer joy of being consumed by her desire.

“You’re really working on it, aren’t you?” she gasped, her voice breathless. Her body was completely relaxed, completely surrendered to the moment.

“Just getting started,” I replied, deepening my touch. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, a soundtrack to our shared pleasure.

As I continued to stroke her, my hand moved lower, exploring the sensitive folds of her inner thighs. Her reaction was immediate, her body convulsing with pleasure. The rhythmic push and pull of her muscles against my hand sent shivers down my spine.

“Oh, God, you have no idea how much I’ve been creaming myself this morning just thinking about you,” she cried, her voice laced with desperation. “It’s all about your big, thick man meat.”

I responded by pulling her closer, deepening the penetration. Her pleasure intensified, and I felt a surge of release as my cock began to swell. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and release.

“You’re a true expert at this, darling,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “You know exactly what I crave.”

She shifted again, adjusting her position to maximize the pleasure. Her tits pressed against my chest, a constant reminder of her sensuality. Her shaved pubic area was still exposed, a tantalizing invitation that made it difficult to resist.

“Let’s go deeper,” I urged, my voice a low rumble. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

Her body responded instantly, her muscles tensing as she arched her back against my chest. The feeling was overwhelming, a complete immersion in pleasure. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a rhythmic counterpoint to the throbbing sensation in my cock.

As I continued to penetrate her, I noticed a trail of clear liquid oozing from her vaginal opening. It was a sign of intense arousal, a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing. I took a moment to savor the sight, letting it fuel my desire even further.

“Show me what you’ve got,” I whispered, my voice full of anticipation.

She responded by pulling me closer, her body pressing against mine with increasing force. The sensation was intense, both physically and emotionally. I felt completely lost in the moment, consumed by her desire.

As the morning wore on, our passion continued to escalate. We moved from position to position, exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. The heat between us was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.

Finally, as the sun began to rise, we reached a crescendo of pleasure. Her body convulsed with ecstasy, her moans echoing through the room. I held her close, savoring the moment, feeling completely fulfilled.

“That was incredible,” she gasped, her voice weak with exhaustion. “You always know how to turn me on.”

“It’s my pleasure, darling,” I replied, my voice filled with affection. As we lay there, side by side, the remnants of our morning encounter still lingering in the air, I realized that this was just the beginning of our journey together. The memories we’d made that morning would stay with us, fueling our desire for years to come.

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