Sunshine from the morning sun pierces through the binds that cover your bedroom window. Your eyelids feel heavy, and you're fighting back the grogginess that's beckoning you to close your eyes again.
It's been a year and five months since the Mistress of Time, Ouro Kronii, sledgehammered the normalcy of your daily life.
She was by your side, head nestled on your chest. Her arms and leg wrapped around you as if you were a dakimakura. It was honestly kind of uncomfortable, you were especially put off by how much of her drool had soaked your shirt.
Speaking of shirts, she was wearing yours, again. You had given up in trying to prevent her from appropriating your wardrobe.
"Babe, it's morning." You whisper out in a dry voice.
"Just five more minutes, honey." You weren't completely sure if she been conscious when she said that, she could've been dreaming.
It was pointless to ask, you were on your own.
You successfully wretch yourself from her tight embrace, rolling her off gently to the side.
You sit up, paying attention to your bedside table, picking up your phone.
"Shit it's Saturday." You curse yourself inwardly, you thought it was Friday, that meant your efforts in getting up was pointless. You might as well go back to sleep .
You look over your shoulder, at Kronii's backside, still soundly asleep.
You lie back down, shifting over toward her. You move your hands in front of her midriff, your right hand trying to squeeze through the space between the mattress and her hip.
Your hands go under your stolen shirt, reaching up towards her breasts. They were stacked on top of each other, globulous mounds of fat too big for any mortal hands.
You play with them a bit, you push your fingers up and down, you can feel the jiggling meat.
"Anon...It's too early for this". She's drowsy. You weren't being subtle about this.
"It's fine babe, you're just dreaming." You're not putting any effort on your lie.
"Okay then." She yawns out, she rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.
Your right hand continues to explore the miracle that were you girlfriend's boobs. Your left retreating, towards your shorts, you lower them and allow your dick some breathing room.
You then place that hand between her thighs, placing your left arm just underneath her knee, lifting up her leg and keeping it in place in the air.
"Anon...you're so fucking horny." She groans out, even in her semi-conscious state your intentions were obvious.
"Not my fault you look sexy while sleeping." You whisper out, trying to steady yourself.
You move her panties out of the way, ready to dock your cock from behind.
Her vagina wasn't wet yet, so your dick was chafing, you grimace from the irritating feeling.
It's harder than it looks, trying to fuck someone on your side and from the back.
"Ah~" Kronii muttered out, she was going to feel that drowsy or not, the friction probably more pain than pleasure.
You haven't even starting thrusting yet and you're already working up a sweat, this was as good as yoga.
Your right arm is wrapped around her lower chest, just below the breasts.
You're shoving your pelvis to and fro now, something that requires the usage of all of your core muscles due to the cumbersome position you're in.
Your ragged breathing touching Kronii's neck.
She's getting awake with every pump. Her vagina getting wetter and easier for your member to move through.
The two of you stink of sweat and musk, amplified in potency as the two of you didn't even clean yourselves up from last night's session.
You let out an animal grunt, born from the combination of reaching your limit and the sheer exertion you were going through.
You fill her up, a respectable load considering you aren't fully restocked yet. She moans out intensely, awake and alert by this point.
You dislodge your dick and let go of her leg, mission accomplished. It was still wet from her insides.
Kronii was breathing heavily too, she pivots her body towards you.
Her face is glistening with sweet, tangles of her hair sticking on her forehead.
She gives you a light punch on the chest.
"You're too fucking horny." She says in between breathes.
You part clinging hair from her face, smiling like an idiot as you look at her.
You giver her a good morning kiss, the squelching noises of your exchanging fluids the perfect soundtrack to the start to another good day.

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Pub: 03 Sep 2021 13:57 UTC
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