A GeenaLovesMike Story | told by Mike | Written by BoxingGloveLove

The Venetian blinds of Geena’s cozy apartment made cool, rhythmic lines of shade throughout the girly, honey-colored bedroom.

I had slept so well, I thought I was a stone.

Everywhere my lazy, still-bleary eyeballs peered around, busy shadow patterns were dancing with wide rays of dazzling golden light.

Ugh, that made it feel like it was time to get up.

Like a starfish peeling itself off its rock for the first time in ages, I slowly got to my knees. Hang on…my knees?

I grunted quizzically when I realized that I had slept on my stomach. My sleep had been so deep that I could hardly remember the previous night.

I then looked up to see the sexiest pair of legs that I had ever had the privilege of being the nighttime footrest for.

And to the lovely pussy that owned me.

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