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I didn’t fall for her cheap trick. I didn’t cook anything, so she could casually gravitate to the kitchen, join me and make up with a table fuck as appetizer. I called the restaurant two streets away and ordered dinner for one.

That infuriated her, especially because I ate on the breakfast bar instead of the table, watching gamers on YouTube with my earphones on. She turned her face away when I cleaned up and headed back to the bedroom.

Of course I was wide awake when she came to bed a couple of hours later, but I kept my light off and my back turned to her side of the bed. She knew I was wide awake, but played along. We fell asleep past midnight, still back to back, without having traded a single word.

And we woke up to her hand on my hard cock, touching it like it was a purring cat until I rolled on top of her. She pushed me to go down on her, and then made me roll over, to straddle me and ride my morning wood like a boss.

“First for the shower,” I mumbled just out of habit, loving