Jane Wilde's last Morning and she needs more of your Cock

Jane Wilde wakes up to a morning unlike any other. She's in bed with her boyfriend, but he's been a bit distant lately. Today, Jane decides to take matters into her own hands, or rather, her own mouth. She rolls over, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and starts to stroke his cock. He's still asleep, but she can see the outline of his hardness growing under the sheets. She giggles, and leans in for a closer look. She licks her lips, and starts to stroke him harder, her hand gliding over his length. He stirs, his cock twitching in her hand, and she smiles. She moves up his body, her tits brushing against his chest, and takes him into her mouth. She sucks him in, her lips tight around his shaft, and he groans, his hands reaching up to grab her hair. She looks up at him, her blue eyes sparkling with lust and mischief, and he smiles back at her. He pushes her off him, and she lands on her back. He looms over her, his cock hard and ready, and she spreads her legs for him. He slides in, his cock filling her completely, and she arches her back, her hands gripping the sheets. He thrusts into her, his hips moving faster and faster, and she meets his thrusts, her legs wrapping around his waist. He flips her over, and she's on top of him, her tits bouncing as she rides him. She grinds against him, feeling his cock hit that spot deep inside her, and she moans. He grabs her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and he thrusts up into her, his cock hitting her cervix. She screams, her orgasm ripping through her, and he groans, his cock pulsing as he cums deep inside her. She collapses on top of him, her body spent, and he wraps his arms around her, holding her close. She smiles, her mouth close to his ear, and whispers, "I need more of your cock." He chuckles, and they both know that their morning is just getting started.