The delight of rigorous, fervent love-making in the morning is unparalleled. The potent sensation of a masculine organ gliding down my throat, steadily gaining momentum, leaves me momentarily breathless as it invades my throat. Persist, I implore, don’t cease, fill every inch of me. The organ plunges into my backside, its force causing the inner walls to ripple in delight, involuntarily moaning in ecstasy – the only fitting response. Swift and determined, the organ shifts from my backside to my scorching core, its rhythmic thrusts bringing me to the brink of euphoria. With a final, powerful lunge, a surge of warmth floods me as he releases his essence, a sensation so rapturous, it sets the tone for an exceptionally uplifting day.