Buenos días.

It was the first idea of two still drowsy brains. More than an idea, it was the need for survival of two bodies. Without opening our eyes, without caring about our breathing, we searched for each other until we found each other, even if we had spent the night together. It seemed imperative to something more. Without saying a word or moving too much, just enough to connect. It was the dance of hips on every dawn, seeking each other like water in the desert. I only wanted you inside, really inside, although my pussy was still closed and barely starting to get wet inside, opening my legs to receive you, or turning away giving you my back, I only wanted to feel you enter... It didn't need any verbal agreement, we understood each other well, you moved towards me, making me feel your cock recently hardened, warm. I liked that search and even more that encounter, that collision of dry sexes, just awakened, that friction for entering me, for opening my pussy and entering you... feeling your cock discover its glans as it penetrates me. Delicious combination of rough and wet, magical sliding into my interior, with your soft force taking you, bringing you, really inside where everything was heat and humidity and desire and joy. Soft movements, bodies complementing each other, satisfying each other, there hadn't been fingers or lips just before we slept, it was every morning like starting anew in the main role, dancing to a rhythm that grew more intense as we opened our eyes, kisses, and hands. The wetness began to flow from our internal encounter towards the outside, now everything else felt getting wet, and gazes and moans, and the first words marked the rhythm of an orgasm that would finally wake us up.