Being someone’s morning thought is insanely hot… they wake up needy, craving you, half-asleep, imagining your lips, your touch, your body before anything else.
“Ew why is it so tight?”
I’m sorry.
“It makes me finish too fast.”
I’m sorry.
“Why is it so pink?”
I’m sorry.
“It tastes like strawberries”
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry.