Утренний минетик перед работой. Сильно опаздывали, но подруга побаловала ротиком.

This morning was already hectic, and time was running out. Yet, there was a palpable tension in the air, a naughty anticipation that couldn't be ignored. The day had started with a rush, but there was one crucial detail left undone. As the alarm blared, and the coffee pot began to gurgle, it was clear that the morning routine wouldn't be complete without a certain... extra. The two friends, who had been roommates for years, knew each other inside out, and their bond had evolved beyond friendship. They were each other's confidantes, partners in crime, and sometimes, lovers. Today was one of those days. As she shuffled into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she caught him looking at her with a mischievous grin. He raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the bedroom. She smiled back, understanding the unspoken request. The morning was getting more and more interesting by the minute. She quickly slipped off her robe, revealing her curvaceous figure, accentuated by her big, ripe breasts that seemed to defy gravity. He watched her, his eyes filled with desire, as she sauntered towards him. She knew exactly how to tease him, how to drive him wild with just a glance, a touch. As she reached him, she leaned in, her lips softly brushing against his ear. "I'm late," she whispered, her breath warm and inviting. "But I think I can make up for it." He chuckled, his hands reaching up to cup her breasts. "I'm all ears," he replied, his voice husky with anticipation. She giggled, her hand trailing down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his toned body. She felt his heart race as she unzipped his jeans, her fingers teasingly exploring the growing bulge. He groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she sank down on her knees, her big, red lips parting to reveal her tongue. She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing gently at first, then increasing in speed and intensity. The sight of her big breasts swaying as she moved, her mouth working him expertly, was too much to bear. He couldn't help but let out a deep, guttural moan. She smiled, her eyes meeting his, her tongue swirling around the tip of his manhood. He was close, so close, but he held back, wanting to prolong the moment. She could feel it, the tension building inside him, and she loved it. She loved the power she had over him. She loved the feeling of his hands gripping her hair, pulling her closer, deeper. She loved the taste of him, the way his body responded to her touch. The morning was turning out to be a lot more exciting than either of them had anticipated. As the coffee pot gurgled noisily in the corner, they lost themselves in the moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling. The day could wait. This morning, they had their own little world, their own little secret. And it was perfect.