Cock-a-doodle-do me

You awake to the first rumbling movements of the mountain of man meat lying on top of you. Still too groggy for real consciousness, Bjor unintentionally grinds you into the cot beneath him as he stretches his sore muscles. The movement rewarding the two of you in a pleasurable fashion as his half-hard ham stick is still buried in your salaciously soft portable hole. You let out a long, feminine moan as he pulls his hips slowly upwards before pushing his growing cock in to the hilt in one smooth motion.

All of Bjor's reservations from the other day seem nonexistent in his morning torpor as he slowly but steadily pounds you into the cot beneath him. You start to spasm in the throes of your first orgasm as he continues his rhythmic fucking, not dropping a beat as your hole clenches desperately around his veiny cock. Two additional assgasms later as you lie in a pool of Bjor's sweat and your own leakings, you feel his shaft swelling and growing thicker inside of you, preparing to pump you full of hot cum.

"Ahh..." Bjor moans above you, his cock throbbing inside of you. "Here it comes..."

You cry out as he shoots and squirts inside of you, coating your insides with his creamy load. You feel your guts getting filled to the brim. If your brain hadn't already been smashed to oblivion by the unexpectedly dominant morning railing, you'd worry you'll be left looking pregnant with Bjor's cum all day.

After draining the last of his morning nut into your sweaty butt, Bjor finally lifts off of you. His fat cock slides smoothly from your now gaping asshole with a small pop. He looks down at his handywork and also the mess of a cot as thick globules of cum dribble out of your hole in a small stream. "I uh, best be getting to work." He says, even though all you can do at the moment is moan in reply, before getting dressed and turning to leave the tent.