This chick, Missy Robins, right? Fuck me, she’s got an ass that looks like two perfect peaches squeezed into jeans, and she’s only 18. I swear, every morning when she wakes up, she’s already ready to get things started. She struts into the bedroom, holding this plate of eggs like it’s some kinda trophy. She’s not just making breakfast, nah, she’s making a fucking statement. Her hips are swaying, and her tits are bouncing under that little tank top she’s wearing. I can see her nipples poking through, and dude, my morning wood is already tenting the sheets. She leans over me, her breath hot on my ear as she whispers, “Mmm, breakfast in bed, just for you.” Then she starts licking my ear, her tongue flicking and teasing. I can feel her tits pressed against my arm, and fuck, I’m ready to say ‘fuck the eggs’ and just bend her over right then. But no, she plays it cool, sets the plate down, and sits next to me on the bed. I watch as she takes a bite of toast, her lips wrapping around it, and goddamn, all I can think about is that mouth around my dick. I grab her wrist, pull her towards me, and crash my lips onto hers. She tastes like bacon and lust. I push her back onto the bed, knocking the plate to the floor with a clatter. Who gives a fuck about breakfast when there’s this feast in front of me? She giggles, but it turns into a moan as I start kissing down her neck, her collarbone, until I reach those perfect tits. I pull off her tank top and bra, and fuck, her nipples are hard as little pebbles. I slide my hand under the waistband of her panties, feeling her wetness. Dude, she’s fucking soaked. She gasps as I slip a finger inside her, and then another. She grinds against my hand, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “Fuck me,” she pants, looking into my eyes with those big blue ones. “Pound that breakfast out of me.” Oh, hell yeah. I push her panties aside and line up my dick at her entrance. She’s so fucking tight as I slide in, but goddamn, it feels good. I start moving, slow at first, then faster, just how she likes it. She moans and scratches at my back, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. The bedframe is banging against the wall, and I know we’re making a fucking racket, but who cares? We’re breakfast-bangin’ champions right now, and nothing’s gonna stop us. I feel her pussy clamping down around me, and she cries out, “Fuck, I’m coming!” That sends me over the edge. I thrust into her one more time, deep and hard, and unload inside her. We’re both breathing heavy, our bodies slick with sweat. She smiles up at me, all satisfied and shit. “Good morning,” she says, like we didn’t just fuck each other’s brains out. And you know what? It was a good morning. A fucking great morning. I roll over, pull her into my arms, and think about how I can’t wait for lunch.
