Get up, Baby!

Nothing beats waking up to a soft hand wrapped around your cock. Dakota starts there, stroking slow and steady until he’s hard in her palm. She keeps the rhythm lazy, thumb circling the head, drawing out every twitch. When she leans in and takes him into her mouth the strokes turn slick. Her tongue works the underside while she sinks deeper, lips sealed tight, throat relaxed. He’s long and she takes every inch without pause, spit running down his shaft. She pulls off to breathe, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his skin, then sinks back down with a wet sound. Her feet stay visible at the edge of the frame, soles soft and smooth, toes curling against the sheets. She shifts so her arches press against his leg, soles gliding lightly while her mouth never stops. She alternates between tight suction and open-mouthed licks, eyes flicking up to meet his. Each time she swallows him to the base her throat flutters and her feet press harder, soles flexing. Spit coats her chin, drips onto her breasts. She moans around him, the sound low and hungry. Every slurp echoes. She lifts off only to lap at the underside again, tongue tracing every vein, then takes him back in one smooth glide. Her hand stays wrapped at the root, stroking what her mouth can’t reach. Her feet move again, the arches sliding against his thigh, skin warm. She keeps the pace steady, deliberate, mouth working like she has all morning. He stays thick on her tongue, her throat taking him again and again, blonde hair falling forward to brush his skin. She swallows him once more, deeper, throat tightening, soles pressing firmer against him.