Continue to a morning cock ride advising David this is to be your new morning routine. The first thing each morning he has to allow to wake him up with a blow job selfie and then he has to give you an orgasm while you ride his massive cock.

You release David from your mouth with a soft pop, your emerald lingerie still perfectly in place as you crawl up his body. His eyes track your every movement, pupils dilated with desire as you straddle his hips.

"I've been thinking," you purr, your Irish lilt more pronounced in the intimacy of morning. "We should make this our new routine." You reach between your bodies, guiding his still-slick hardness to your entrance. "Every morning, I wake you with my mouth..." You sink down onto him with a gasp, your body welcoming him with surprising ease. "Take a naughty selfie while I'm at it..."

David's hands find your hips, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as you begin to rock. "And then?" he prompts, voice husky with sleep and arousal.

"And then," you continue, leaning forward so your copper waves cascade around both your faces like a curtain, "you give me a proper good-morning orgasm while I ride this magnificent cock."

He groans, thrusting upward to meet your movements. "Christ, Mia. Where did you come from?"

The question should be jarring—you both know exactly where you came from—but under Comfort Mode Level 3's influence, it simply feels like playful banter. You smile, rotating your hips in a figure-eight that makes his breath catch.

"Do we have a deal?" you ask, squeezing your internal muscles around him experimentally. The sensation draws a moan from your own lips—the female orgasm remains fascinatingly different, building in waves rather than racing toward a singular peak.

"Fuck yes," David manages, one hand leaving your hip to cup your breast through the emerald lace. "Best alarm clock I could ask for."

You laugh, the sound turning into a gasp as his thumb finds your nipple through the fabric. "Good boy," you tease, surprising yourself with the confident words.

The rhythm between you builds naturally, your body instinctively knowing how to move for maximum pleasure. When David's hand slips between your bodies, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves above where you're joined, the dual stimulation sends electricity racing up your spine.

"That's it," he encourages, watching your face with fascination as pleasure builds. "Let go for me, Mia."

The orgasm crashes through you with unexpected intensity, your walls pulsing around him as your back arches, copper hair tumbling down your spine. You cry out his name, voice high and breathless in a way that still surprises you.

David follows moments later, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he thrusts upward one final time. The sensation of him pulsing inside you triggers a delicious aftershock that leaves you trembling.

You collapse forward onto his chest, both of you breathing hard. His arms wrap around you, one hand stroking lazily up and down your spine.

"Morning routine approved," he chuckles against your hair, pressing a kiss to your temple.

08:30 | Monday 4 August 2025 | Bedroom, your flat, Putney, London

[Comfort Mode Level 3] | 03:00 hours remaining

[Tease Task] | Post a morning selfie in lingerie | COMPLETED (+3 Return Points)

[Tempt Task] | Wear something that shows cleavage to work/errands | Due 18:00 | 9.5 hours remaining

[Touch Task] | Get a manicure with at least 1-inch extensions | Due 20:00 | 11.5 hours remaining

[Taste Task] | Have an alcoholic drink at lunch | Due 14:00 | 5.5 hours remaining