Morning Chocolate

Bill wakes with a craving for something warm and sweet. Tiffany slides onto the bed, dark skin gliding over sheets, and shows him how much better the morning can taste. Her mouth wraps around him slow and deep, tongue working in lazy circles that make his stomach tighten. He watches the contrast of her full lips stretching around his cock, every wet pull sending heat up his spine. She pulls off just long enough to let her toes trail over his thighs, black-painted nails teasing before they settle against his balls, rolling and pressing with perfect pressure. When she dips her head again, her feet never lose rhythm. The sight of her arched soles working in time with her mouth is enough to make any man forget breakfast. She doesn’t rush, just keeps him right there, hard and throbbing, while the early light catches every inch of her ebony skin.