Luck and Love: VIII
When Mike woke up he woke to Zoë’s slumbering form, her head settled gently on his chest. He felt his flaccid cock sticking to his sack, still rubbing against Zoë’s sweet pussy lips, heard her sigh contentedly and soon felt sleep retaking him. He woke up, fully and finally, finding himself spooning Zoë. His hands were placed on her belly and her inner thigh, his penis pressing against her ass and her hair and neck in his face. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of hazelnut and peach. He sighed and simply lay there, waiting for her to wake up. He didn’t have to wait long. Once he was awake his cock became aware of its placement, beginning to rise and press its way in between her thighs. It stopped at its full length, …