As I rub my lips against his skin, he lowers the blanket lower and lower. I shift so I can move it fully. “Morning,” I whisper, tracing the V line with my tongue. “Babe,” he groans as I push his pajama sweats down, his thick cock springing up. I grip him in my hands, goosebumps shooting up my spine as my eyes linger on the hard silk of him. Holding him in my hand, I stroke slowly before wrapping my lips around the wide tip, swirling my tongue around and watching his eyes roll slightly as his head falls back. “Fuck, babe,” he mutters. I lick around the rim, sucking as I slowly stroke him.
