A way to start the day

Victoria knows one thing: nothing beats a morning fuck. She opens her eyes, pulls back the sheet, and wraps her hand around the cock beside her. Hard already. She lowers her head, dark hair falling over her face, and slides him between her lips. Slow, wet, no hurry at first. Her tongue traces the length, then she takes him deeper until her throat flutters around the head. He groans, hips lifting. She sucks harder, spit slicking her chin, eyes half-closed with the taste of him. When her jaw aches she climbs up, knees spread on either side, and sinks down onto him. Her pink pussy grips tight, already soaked. She rides with short, grinding rolls of her hips, every stroke making her breath catch. He sits up, hands on her waist, mouth finding a nipple. She rocks faster. The room is quiet except for the wet slap of skin and her soft, urgent sounds. She leans back, changing the angle, letting him hit the spot that makes her thighs shake. When her legs give out he rolls her onto her back, lifts one knee over his shoulder, and drives in deeper. Victoria’s fingers clutch the sheets. Her moans turn sharp. He thrusts hard, steady, until her whole body tightens and she comes with a broken cry. He pulls out, strokes himself twice, and paints her face—warm streaks across her lips, her cheek, a drop on her dark lashes. She licks her bottom lip clean, smiles like the day has already gone right.