The sound of the rain on the window pane plays a gentle, steady refrain.
My glance catches his. He's naked with an empty cup. He moves
slowly toward me, motioning to fill it up, his cock alert as his
grin broadens wide. He nears me slowly, with nowhere to hide. Bear
is morning dew. I recline in my chair, thighs parted and welcome,
breathing the charged air. He kneels gracefully, hands tracing my waist. His
tongue explores, savoring the intimate taste soft os escape is. His touch ignites
fires. My hands are in his hair, feeling primal desires. A climax
is close his mouth, aiming to please. My cries fill the air from
orgasm to ease, rising with vigor. He smiles his love clearly showing coffee
time. He teases your cup of Joe's gotta get going. It's a cozy,
rainy day, perfect for a romantic liaison. I watch longingly as he
SIPs his cup with an inviting heart on. I drink him in as he
stands for me. Bear, he knows I'm always in the mood, giving
him a full stare as the world outside turns soft and wet. Inside,
a scene of warmth is set. I go to him to share a peaceful
retreat in the loop of his arms. Our heart beats compete with tender kisses
upon each other's lips, tracing skin softly with soothing fingertips. As the storm
outside cleanses inside, we explore the depths of our love that's worth staying in
for, with coffee and kisses, with touches so light, our morning on
fold bold into sheer delight.