It was early in the morning, the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Jay, ever the morning person, was already stirring, a familiar energy coursing through him. I, on the other hand, am decidedly not a morning person. Sleep clung to me like a warm blanket, and I had no intention of shaking it off just yet.

Jay woke up feeling particularly horny, a usual state for him, especially since his mornings start with editing my content. It’s his way of ensuring I had fresh material for my social media. As he began his work, his mind was already plotting transitions, cuts, and captions while 🍆 with a mind of it’s own, poking me in my slumber.

I, being the good (but admittedly lazy) girlfriend that I am, embraced my role as his personal fuck doll. I loved being his free use toy, especially in these early hours when my body was more willing than my mind.

For the better part of ten minutes, I lay there with my legs wide open, not moving a muscle. I surrendered completely, letting him do whatever he wanted. His hands roamed freely, exploring and enjoying, while I reveled in the sensation of being utterly and blissfully passive. (Eventually grabbing my vibrator because his 🍆 just isn’t enough anymore 😫)

It was routine, a symphony of movement and stillness, arousal and contentment. And as always, it was perfect.