The dawn sun slowly peeks over the eastern horizon. My eyes slowly open to the brightness of the morn; taking in the sight of your glorious morning wood, pointing northwards.

Kissing your charming lips, I lift myself upon you. You stir from your sweet slumber with a pleasing moan. I mount your magnificent stiffy, enabling my honeyed petals to sail slowly southbound.

Rocking faster. The bedhead knocks against the western wall. Rocking harder. Your hand grips my arse. Deeply, you unload your morning glory into my empty womb. With the late morning sun penetrating the bedroom, we regain our composure.