Mf intercouse Stories

I woke at 4:00. I was in Jules’ bed. Jules’ arm lay across my chest as she slept, her breathing a cute cross between a whisper and a vesper. I remembered that I’d left my phone charging in the car, so I dragged on a shirt and trousers and went to retrieve it. Jules was waking as I returned to bed. “What’s the time?” she croaked. “A little after 4:00.” “Fuck! Are you ok?” “Yes. I always wake up around this time.” “Why?” “I...