Morning Sex is The Best

Tiffany slips into the bathroom. Steam hangs low. Manuel stands under the running water, eyes half-closed. She drops her robe. Naked, she steps in behind him and presses her body to his back. Her hands slide down his chest, then lower, fingers curling around his cock. She strokes him until he is hard in her hand. He turns. Their mouths meet. Hot water drums their shoulders. She drops to her knees, takes him between her lips, and works her tongue along every inch. He grips her wet hair, guiding her, gentle at first. She moans around him, drooling down his length. He pulls her up, spins her, bends her over the tile ledge. She braces herself. He presses the head of his cock against her tight back entrance, pushes in slow. She gasps. He sinks deeper. Her ass stretches around him, gripping tight. He pumps her in steady, deep strokes. Each thrust sends small shocks through her. Her blonde hair clings to her face. Blue eyes stay half-lidded with pleasure. He pulls out, turns her around, feeds his cock back into her mouth. She tastes herself on him, sucks him clean. He holds her face, hips rolling. She keeps her lips sealed until he groans and pulses. Hot cum floods her tongue. She swallows every drop, licks her lips, then takes him in her mouth once more to make sure nothing is left behind.