One final deep thrust and he rolled away, his c**k leaving her p***y, his c*m flooding out of her, trickling down between her legs onto the bed below. They lay there, arms round each other's shoulders, their chests heaving, fighting for breath as the sweat dried on their skin. Gently Matt pulled the covers up over them and they turned to each other and in each other's arms they went to sleep.
When Matt woke he knew it was late, he could hear rattling noises coming from downstairs and realised that Fliss was already up. He looked over at Fiona, asleep on her front, and he ran a hand down her back and over her bum. She stirred and opened her eyes, smiling at him as she came to. She turned towards him and reached down to grab his morning wood, sliding her hand up and down it, gently rub……
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