Contact-less
I had fond memories of lovely lady in bed with me the previous night ... but who did I know who wore glasses? I slowly came out of my slumber Saturday morning, aware of water running in the bathroom. After turning toward my nightstand and tapping my phone to see the time — 7:48 — I turned over on my back, eyes opening and closing to get acclimated to the sunlight. My morning wood was strong, and I relished swishing my hips side to side as I stretched, the light sheet brushing over my erection, stimulating my glans. A figure appea...
