Dawn's light kissing her naked legs

As the sunlight first trickled in, Paul slowly opens his eyes to see his wife’s body resting in sleeping resplendent form. However, the covers told the story of a fitful night; wrapped around her upper body, but kicked free, exposing her naked form below the waist. He could even see a glint of sunlight caught by a bit of moisture between her separated thighs.

Thinking back to the many times she had woken him up after a stressful day, he developed a plan to awaken her in time for her just before the alarm. Sliding out from the covers and standing, he was rewarded with confirmation as to just how deep she was sleeping as there was no movement from her.

Slinking over to the kitchen, he grabbed a small mug and obtained a portion of the body oil releasing a torrent of pleasant berry aroma to their home. Utilizing the microwave, he slowly warmed the oil to above room temperature and just shy of the body temperature.

Quietly returning to the bedroom, he slowly stood over her side of the bed. Carefully holding the mug, he crawled up the mattress cautious to move slow enough to be imperceivable in her sleeping state. Seconding guessing himself for a moment wondering if she should rest, but noticing she would be awoken before long by an annoying alarm, this would surely be a better way to awaken.

Slowly pouring the still warm contents of the mug over her pelvis watching it slowly dribble over clit and down her labia. He was afraid the moan was her waking up from a disturbance, but it appears to be brain naturally reacting to a good stimulation; it appeared not to rouse her.

Carefully placing the mug out of the way and watching for any indication of consciousness from his wife, he got no indication of lucidity. With a final deep breath to hold in, he was rewarded with a beautiful bouquet of fruity herbs and her natural musk. Reaching out his tongue he gentling begins feeling around for her small nub and is rewarded with a deep breath in. Realizing he’s hit a target, he presses in further as he hears her begin muttering awake above him.

Feeling an invasion between her most intimate parts, she begins to panic a bit before she can contemplate what is happening and begins pushing up her bed to get away from the invader. Paul can tell she’s have an instinctual reaction; without moving his lips from her, he quickly throws his arms around her thighs locks her groin to his face.

Molly’s brain feels a **** holding her tight to the invader and trying to process all the sensations swimming through cobwebs, she feels adrenaline toss away the sleep trying to flee begins to try to use her legs to push her faster away & quickly feels the futility of it.

Paul realizes she’s now full entered the world of the living and opens up full on **** with is mouth into her vaginal mound. Locking his lips around, he begins sucking in while pressing his tongue right below her clit and slowly moving up.

Feeling the glorious familiar sensation she loves so much from her invader, she screams out “OH SHIT!” as her eyes shoot open at the too bright room and focus slowly begins to allow her brain to see the bare flesh of her husband's skull welded between her thighs.

Molly fights the instinct to try to flee from being attacked, as well as the reflex of being over stimulated, while simultaneously wanting to somehow open up her canal enough to shove his skull deep inside her. Her brain tries to fight with lingering sleep and invading euphoria to try to comprehend what is fully happening while not wanting it to stop.

Paul doesn’t stop his onslaught and begins to redouble his efforts, moving his tongue and lips as tools to cause her to launch into the atmosphere. For her part, Molly slowly begins to at least comprehend that there is no immediate danger and begins to resign to try and ride out whatever the fate her mate has for her.

Pressing the advantage further and luxuriating in the euphoric fruity herbal musk filled breakfast, he begins to devour her cunt and enjoys elevating her excitement and washing away what little lucidity her mental faculties gather just enough focus to shout out “EISELTI!!” as **** blow before holding her breath fighting the pending explosion.

Paul stops for just a moment, to pull his back his lips just far enough to speak the word “cum” tickling her labia with his lips. Feeling her convulsions begin, he strengthens his grip around her thighs pulling her against preparing for the impending rodeo.

With the utterance of that single syllable from her Master, Molly lets loose and stops any resistance or even a hold on consciousness letting her animal instincts just control her body as he rides his face trying to get every ounce of pleasure out of her quivering & tingling cunt.

Before long she is riding high and doesn’t see the incoming tidal wave as another orgasmic explosion sending a euphoric joy from her toes to her cranium, she continues to press herself into him trying to fill the welcoming void between her thighs.

Feeling the onslaught not ending but the sensitivity nearing a limit, her brain struggles to try to contemplate verbal communication that is beyond its understanding. She reaches down and slightly taps his head trying to warn him.

Paul can feel a tapping begin on his head knowing she’s near her limit, he can feel the impending doom from her as the tapping becomes more incessant until its pushing on his forehead, but he pushes her over one more time. Suddenly Molly loses all resistant as an eruption of pure bliss wrapped with euphoric pleasure washes from her core and bounces all over her body as her limbs shake from the uncontrollable energy released throughout her body.

Slowly disengaging from her, letting her body recover, Paul pulls back with a smug & satisfied grin, looking back at the bedside clock just in time to hear her alarm engage. For her part, Molly can decern there is a change in her acoustic environment, but her brain is to awash in hormones and endorphins to give any fuck at all.

Moving his arms from being wrapped around her thighs, he moves them down to press his torso up and begin sliding up her body to reach her nightstand.

Molly can feel her lover changing position, her animalistic brain wanting so much to be filled, she encourages the next activity by moving her thighs around his hips. Instinctually, she uses her legs to pull his body into her so that he will implant his glorious rod into her awaiting void.

Feeling her encouragement, he silences her alarm and enjoys watching her swim through the euphoric ride proud he could orchestrate such pleasure in her. Molly begins to worry and wonder why she hasn’t felt his invasion into her body, opening her eyes to try to see what is a miss. Above, her she sees her Master’s glistening grinning face looking down at her with such affection she feels another flush of energy wash over her knowing she is fully at his disposal to use her however this gloriously generous creature chooses to.

Feeling that he isn’t moving forward, she locks eyes with him and tries to communicate her wanting desire by shifting her hips trying to find his rod as words still elude her mind.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says as he leans over to kiss her. She inhales deeply as he approaches her and languages the sweety musky smell before she contemplates what it is she’s tasting. Wrapping her arms around her neck, she tries to pull his essence into her trying to reward him with her surrendered being as a prize for the conquering leader.