As per my previous mornings recently, I stirred and rubbed the sleep from my eyes, that delicious feeling of my silk night ware stretching over my taught nipples and my morning wood throbbing in its lace enclosure. The urge to touch myself was palpable, it seemed no matter how hard I came the night before, by morning my cock was fully charged and my balls felt ready to burst.
Reaching down I ran my hands over my chest, my stiff nipples jutting out causing a sharp intake of breath as their sensitivity seemed heightened. A little twist and a rub eliciting a moan before my hands continued down to my tenting panties. I was already dripping through the material, the heat emanating from my rod as my hand wrapped round it separated only by the thin material of my underwear.
My second hand slipped beneath the elastic and down to cup my smooth and very tender balls, they felt so full again and my mind immediately replayed the previous night’s events. A smile came over me at the thought of how much I came, and by the feel of it, how much I would again very soon, the smell and taste of it still strong in my memory. I shifted the duvet and prized my damp nickers from my cock, gripping it firmly and squeezing upwards a bead of precum pooled at the top which I scooped off and brought to my lips.
Just like many times before, its taste made my tongue tingle, since I’d been watching what I ate and taking the supplements I found it almost irresistible, but there was never enough. I looked down at my smooth body clad in silky night clothes and recalled how I had also managed to suck myself the night before. with little resolve to resist I scooted down the bed and rolled my legs over my shoulders. Not quite as limber as last night, but with added enthusiasm and a lack of patients I had the tip of my tongue on the end of my cock.
A few moments later and my lips were able to join in and I eagerly sucked and lapped as my precum flowed, I reached up to cup my balls before going further and sliding a finger around my hole.
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