Best Part of the Day
Mornings are Doug’s favorite time of day. The cool quiet as he slides from his warm bed and pads downstairs toward the smell of coffee. He grabs two mugs by habit, yawning and stretching, scratching absently as he sets them on the counter before tugging the elastic band of his briefs under his full balls. He yawns again as he cups his balls in his big hand, rolling them before he slides up the length of his cock. Already thick in his hand, he strokes himself as he imagines the sweet, pretty face of his little girl. The way she’ll look when she walks into the kitchen only minutes after the coffee’s ready, all soft and sleep flushed. Her mouth unpainted and full, her eyes dark and unfocused, her tight little body dressed in a …