Cleaning my skin enough that it doesn’t feel sticky from sex secretions. Porn sex I find it’s hard to focus due to my dehydrated state. The lace booty shorts match the darker blue. The waste band dipping to expose the top half inch of her crack, creates a perfect heart shape of lace fabric to encase the bubbly half globes that are her ass. No need for a bra? Finding a neatly printed box of fresh towelettes, I dampen my face then my loins. A memorable contrast to the fresh Vanilla from this mornings wake up call. With ridge bumps so pronounced in behind the micro thin fabric it looks like brail. She is buttering something that’s come out of a toaster. I look down at the head in my lap. Not an ounce of fat. Not an ounce of fat. Coffee now filling the nostrils, and bacon. But the bra I managed to have hook with my toe getting there, recalling a vague memory. I got laid hard, put away wet. Today’s gonna be a good day. Her eyes are Hazel. But I was never good with judging weight. Her hard nipples are as thick as her pinky tips, and roughly the length of a new pencil’s eraser.
