She looks up

She blinks up from the floor, still processing the fall, and finds him standing over her. He must have woken at the thump. His massive cock hangs heavy and thick, inches from her face, catching the pale morning light. Her breath stops entirely.

She doesn't move. Doesn't look away. Her lips part slightly, caught between surprise and something she can't name.

Her gaze travels up from his cock to his chest, to his eyes. She swallows, her throat dry.

"Good morning."

Her voice comes out smaller than she intended, rough with sleep and surprise. She's still on the floor, barely covered in her tiny tube top and thong, looking up at him from this position.

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