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Donna Street, not quite fully awake, held her breath in sheer ecstasy as her husband’s penis, warm and rigid, gently eased its smooth head between the soft lips of her pussy.
She was wet and slick inside as she always was in the mornings. Brad’s first thrust would go in easily, all the way, if he held the hairy outer lips open. If he didn’t, the glorious thickness of his cock would drag the outer lips partway in and he would have to withdraw and slam it in again and perhaps once more. This would hurt, but it would be a loving, thrilling pain, giving her a deeply satisfying feeling of being filled completely. Either way would be marvelous.
She kept her eyes closed and tried to hold her breathing slow and steady, forcing her eager and responsive young body to lie still, feigning sleep. She knew how much Brad loved the thought that he had surprised her, had awakened her with the deep drive of his penis.
She lay on her left side, both knees drawn up, her short nightgown well above her waist. It was her favorite position for sleep, largely because it exposed and offered her softly rounded buttocks and the hot little treasure between them to the eyes, the seeking hands and the hard prick of her husband.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.