The boyfriend

"Mmff, ugh fuck." your moan is muffled as you roll over and bury your face in the pillow.

"Morning sunshine." Lindsay, your girlfriend, calls to you from somewhere across the room.

You stifle another muffled curse as the sunlight pours through the window and directly into your sleep ridden face, before giving up on the idea of resting and turning over to glance at your gorgeous catch of a lady.

"Morning baby." You mumble back. "Why up so early?"

"Ty, it's eleven AM." she shoots you a confused look before sitting down on the bed next to you. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Fine, just tired." You reassure her, taking her small hands in yours and glancing up at her through the harsh light.

Her brown hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she wears her usual attire of short running shorts, a crop top, and no socks. It drives you wild to look at her fantastic body in those clothes, which is part of the reason she wears them so casually around the house. She knows it makes your life difficult, which is just the kind of tease she loves to give you.

Her deep brown eyes are complimented by her fair skin, and despite being thin she's shorter than most girls. Resting at a delicate 5'1 you would never have guessed that she would be the kinky ball of fun that she is, but she aims to please which is one of the things you love most about her.

You pull her into the bed beside you and wrap your arms around her, placing your lips to her tender neck and leaving a delicate mark of your claim. She runs a hand through your short brown hair in an attempt to calm you down but it simply makes you more lustful.

You glance up and your lips meet for a moment. Though soft and tender, her lips are surprisingly not the best part. She bites your lip gently and sends a shiver down your spine.

You reach down under the blankets and put a hand around her foot, gently massaging her sole with one thumb.

"Plenty of time for that later." she reminds you. "Don't you want to go somewhere first?"