This story is a real letter from Mira to Alex.

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I wake up early in the morning and, barely opening my eyes, I cling to you. Carefully, in order not to wake up, I touch the tips of the fingers of your face, tracing the outline of your lips. Also, light touches, I spend on your chest, stomach, go down below. Finger penetrate the gum underwear, watching your reaction. Your breathing is deep and even, you are still still sound asleep, or you are able to pretend to be skillful!

My hand penetrates your underwear and clasps hard flesh. I like to think that this hardness is not only a consequence of a morning erection, but also a confirmation that I came to your dream. And maybe now there, in your dream? ..

Carefully caressing you, barely restraining from the desire to moan - what kind of hot and hard it is, what delicate skin ...

I launched the second pen in my panties and, sitting comfortably on your shoulder, caress myself. Two of us.

I admire you: your sensual lips, barely trembling eyelashes - I so want to cling to you in a kiss, but I'm afraid to wake you up, but I so want this bliss to last longer.

But either from the growing pleasure, or you just got tired of pretending, you wake up opening your eyes. A smile appears on your lips and you hug me tightly.

My movements are getting faster and sharper, but we don’t want to finish everything that way?

You, as if reading the thoughts, remove my hands. Slowly take off my wet through panties and undress myself. Seat me astride.

You feel my moisture on your thighs.

I take your dick and gently guide him inside. Slowly I sit down on you and, along with a low moan, a native name with which so many vivid impressions are torn off my lips. Your name, honey.

How I wanted this.

You embrace my hips and, lifting me up, you lower it, pushing it to the end on your flesh. Then again and again. And again...

With each movement, I am covered with a wave of heat, and the desire to become stronger, more and more unbearable. And now I myself am moving on you, clinging with my whole body, digging my nails into your shoulders and back. Each time, I want to move faster and faster. Falling down, I try to let you in as deep as possible so that you fill me with all of myself.

My movements are getting bigger and more chaotic - you understand that I am already close to the peak of my pleasure. With a loud moan, I finish in your arms. Cuddling up to you, trembling all over and gratefully kissing on the temple: “Catch up!”

You take me in your arms and turn me over, laying me on my stomach, while you sit on top of me. My body is too relaxed for any other position.

You enter me again, still feeling the contraction of my muscles and the heat inside there. At first your movements are so slow and gentle, gradually becoming sharper and wider. You squeeze my hips with your hands, moving stronger and faster inside. I feel that you are already at the limit and bend your ass to meet you.

How sweet it is to feel your pre-orgasmic state, the pulsation of your member, it seems that at this moment, I feel every vein on it! You finish by irrigating my buttocks with hot drops. I hear your quiet moan, from which I just blows the roof off and covers me with a wave of pleasure ...

It was a wonderful dream, you were in my thoughts again. Like every morning throughout the last month. A wonderful awakening "with you."

I reach for the phone - “Good morning, honey! How did you sleep?..."