Her Morning Rules

He kneels at the side of my bed, naked except for his collar, hard, waiting, wanting, salivating as he watches my sleeping form. My eyes flutter open and he spasms upward, perking up like a waiting puppy for my attention. I moan as I roll to my side. I know he's there but I do not look at him directly. Just out of the corner of my eye as the dimness of the morning filters through the mini blinds on the window. I smile softly, closing my eyes, moaning softly as I yawn, "Good morning, my slutty wh

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