Moanday Moan...

The sun was slowly rising into the sky

Its trail of bright light caught the corner of my right eye

Awaken, my body stretched

My fingers eased through my hair, which was a mess

My eyes looked at the covers that had a protruding dent

A dent that was rising and making the sheet look more and more like a tent 

My mind instantly thought maybe I should

Get a taste of his Monday morning sweet wood

With the covers eased off, my eyes loved want they hoped to see

Tall morning wood, swaying in the air, waiting just for me

A soft grip around its thick base, to hold it still

A soft gentle lick, that took all my will

Down his shaft I took a long slow taste

Then slowly up, and then suckle his precum with haste 

His eyes open from the heat of my mouth

I swung my hips, to let him suckle on my honey from the south

As he licked the honey that was dead in front of his face

I suck the head of his harden pole, at a furious pace

His moan and groans sounded like muffled words that would come from the mouth of a child

And I wish I could say, I was sucking on it for more then a little while

But it didn't take long for his body to shudder and shake

And his hot white seed, to ejaculate

Some people like their Monday to start with a large cup of black coffee, so hot it makes your lips scream 

But I ratter start my Moanday, with his loud moan, and a mouth full of his delicious hot white cream