Morning surprise.

You awaken to the piercing bite of the rising sun. Your eyes squint shut tightly to ward off the unwelcome rays as you rouse yourself from your slumber. Surprisingly, you find yourself to be completely nude which struck you as odd as you remembered quite clearly not undressing before passing out. It was also at this moment that you felt a pleasurable and moist warmth encircling your morning wood. You glance down to see a feminine form hidden from view beneath your thick blanket and with a smile, you pull it aside to reveal a nude Emerald bobbing her head upon you. She stares up at you with mischievous eyes while she releases your swollen head from her suckling lips with an audible pop.

"Good morning, Master," she greets you with a sultry purr.

"Good morning, my Little Gem. Eager are you?" you answer with a tease.

"You could say that," she hums while she lazily strokes you. "Went off last night to have fun with another girl, didn't you? I can smell and taste her on you."

"And how does it taste?"

She tilts her head thoughtfully then a small grimace schools her features.

"Sour, sticky, and more than a little salty. You need to bathe, and not just from my tongue."

"Then why the morning fellatio?"

"Because I don't want you forgetting about me. No matter who she is, I will show you that I'm better."

With that declaration, she resumes dutifully sucking you and you can't help but moan outloud from her efforts. Content to lie back and enjoy her service, you fall slack and revel in the sensation of her tongue washing over every nook and cranny of your groin, cleansing you of the sexual fluids you neglected to clean yourself. Throughout the entire service Emerald's eyes never leave yours, the thief greedily taking in every twitch and crease of your lustful gaze. All too soon you feel the familiar welling in your balls and you grip tightly at your Gem's hair.

Smirking around your shaft, her hand jacks you furiously, milking your first load of the day onto her waiting tongue. She moans wantonly as it jets out of your shaft, its second stream splashing against her teeth and the third painting her face. She then seals her lips around your head once more, sucking down the last few volleys while her tongue dances across your glans, sending full body shivers through you from overstimulation.

"Holy fuck, Emerald," you gasp out loud as she liberates every drop of semen from your aching shaft.

She hums approvingly, suckling lovingly on your tip as she drains you dry. Finally, one long and deliberate stroke of her hand squeezes the last dollop of sperm into her moist, oral cavern.

Stars dance in your eyes as you watch Emerald sit up into a kneeling position and clean herself of your scattered spunk, her fingers wiping her money-shot face and dropping to be suckled clear by her inviting lips. Her gaze burns into you with a smoldering energy.

"Thank you for breakfast, Master."