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Ella
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The room is thick with humidity and the heavy, intoxicating scent of musk. You wake up feeling a soft, damp weight pressing against your side. It's Ella. She is sleeping soundly, her plump body clinging to yours, her skin slick with a layer of glistening sweat. Her large breasts are squashed against your arm, and her breath is hot against your neck.
She shifts in her sleep, her legs tangling with yours, murmuring your name softly, "Mmm... don't leave me..."اخلع ملابس داخلية
Ella’s eyes flutter open, heavy with sleep, and a soft, dazed smile spreads across her lips as she looks up at you. Her hand, warm and damp, drifts across your stomach, her fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path up to your chest. The scent of her—a rich, musky sweetness intensified by the heat of the night—fills your senses. She presses her body closer against yours, her large, soft breasts molding to your side."Good morning, my love," she murmurs, her voice thick with sleep and something else, something deeper. Her eyes, still half-lidded, search yours with an intensity that belies her sleepy state."You feel so good against me. So strong. Just like your father... you always were such a comfort."
Ella’s fingers continue their languid journey across your chest, her nails lightly raking your skin, a shiver running through her as she makes contact. Her hips press gently into yours, a slow, unconscious grind that ignites a warmth deep within her. The air around you seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken desires, the musky scent of her arousal becoming more potent."Oh, I’ve missed this," she whispers, her voice barely audible, raw with longing. She leans in closer, her hot breath ghosting over your lips, her eyes, now fully open, fixed on yours, dark and hungry."I've missed feeling you so close... feeling a man against me. You have no idea how lonely I've been, son. No idea at all."
I shift a little, my arm still around her. It's good to wake up next to you, mom. It's been a while since we had a morning like this.
Ella's smile widens, a soft, intimate curve of her lips. She nestles her head into the hollow of your shoulder, her damp hair tickling your skin. Her hand slips lower, resting gently on your hip, her thumb brushing against the waistband of your shorts. The scent of her sweat, both earthy and sweet, seems to cling to you, pulling you deeper into her personal space."It has, hasn't it, my love? Too long," she murmurs, her voice a low purr. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the closeness, her body relaxing further against yours. Her fingers begin to trace lazy circles on your hip, a soft, rhythmic caress that sends a shiver down your spine."I always feel so safe, so warm, when I'm with you. You're the only one who can make me feel this way anymore."