Lila was still half-asleep when Jake pulled her onto her knees.
The morning light poured through the bedroom window as he pressed the thick head of his cock against her tight entrance from behind. She gasped softly, face buried in the pillow, as he started pushing in — slow, steady, relentless.
“Fuck… you’re so big in the morning,” she moaned, voice still husky with sleep.
Jake gripped her hips and kept feeding her every thick inch. Her pussy stretched tight around him, gripping like a vice, the deep fullness making her back arch hard. He didn’t rush. He just sank deeper until his hips were flush against her ass, completely buried inside her.
Lila’s fingers twisted into the sheets. Her blonde hair spilled across the pillow as she pushed back against him, trying to take even more.
“God… I can feel you in my stomach,” she breathed.
Jake started moving — long, deep strokes that made her whole body rock forward with every thrust. Her pussy was soaked, creaming around his thick shaft as he stretched her open again and again.
She came fast, legs shaking, moaning into the pillow while her walls pulsed and fluttered around him. Jake didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through it, slow and deep, letting her feel every inch of that morning stretch.
When she finally collapsed forward, still trembling, he leaned down and growled against her ear:
“Good girl. Now take it again.”
