Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of my room, pulling me from a deep, satisfied sleep.
My body still ached pleasantly from the night's marathon with Arala, every muscle reminding me of how thoroughly we'd claimed each other.
But before my eyes even fluttered open, a warm, wet sensation enveloped my cock, pulling a low groan from my throat.
Arala's lips were wrapped around my morning wood, her tongue swirling lazily along the underside as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper with each pass. Her hand cupped my balls, gently massaging them, while her other stroked the base she couldn't yet swallow.
"Good morning, Raj, my dutiful and lovely son,' she murmured around my shaft, the vibrations sending sparks up my spine.
She popped off just long enough to grin up at me, saliva stringing from her lips to my glistening tip, before diving back in, sucking harder.
