Her erect nipples brushed against the sheets as he gripped her hips tightly.
Each movement of his body pushing against hers, made her wet with excitement.
Her breast swayed with the rocking motion. His thrust harder and deeper, as she exclaimed the sexual joy of his passion.
Pulling and pushing, they moved together. Joined as one in this morning exercise of dawn sexual desire.
Gripping tighter. His fingers digging into her flesh. She buried her face in the sheets. He exploded with volume and felicity as he came and she let out a cry of pleasure of her own orgasm.
The birds sang a song of Spring Morning.