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She sends me
downstairs
with a hard on.

I reach the
kitchen and
open the fridge.

Pull a beer
from the top
shelf and
return upstairs.

She’s sleeping.

I pull the
covers down
her body until
a breast is
exposed then
suck it gently
into my mouth
before
releasing it.

The hard on
is back.

I slide a hand
down and 
between her
legs circling
a finger then
entering her
softly.

She moans
quietly with
eyes still
closed half
asleep, half
awake.

 I rub
my cock
against her
soft cunt
and she 
begins
to wake.

“Mmmm
baby…”

She moans.

“…mmm,
oooh…fuck.”

I slide in
as I have
before and
once again
we’re 
fucking.

A leg up
a leg down,
both up…
knees by
her ears.

Stroke
after
stroke.

Then
legs to one
side then
flat on her
front then
on all fours.

I watch
myself slide
in and out,
over and
over again.

Every now
and then
I’m struck
by the hilarity
of it all…the
ridiculous
nature of 
the act.

But I work
through it.

Afterwards
nothing has
changed.

“Cuddle.”

She says
with arms
outstretched.

And I hold
her close.

I’m fucking
mystified
by it all.

Put the cock
in and work
away.

Love is
somewhere
in this mess.

Pull it out
and wipe
it off.

She lies
in my arms
smiling and
all I can
manage
is a look
of bemusement.

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