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I love morning sex. It’s so deliciously unpretentious. Sometimes I’m too sleepy to even open my eyes, I just absorb him through my other senses - the smell of his sweat, the heat of his chest, his hard dick pressing against my thigh as our tangled limbs unfold to take each other in... The sunlight never hits our room directly, except for just one hour each morning in May when the sun creeps over a tiny corner, spilling light through our blinds. It’s so quick that you can feel the warmth travel down your body. It adds a moment of magic to our Sunday morning ritual.
