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Subject: {ASSM} The Morning After (MF oral flash) by Henrik Larsen.
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Copyright Henrik Larsen 2003.


This story was inspired by (stolen from) Souvie's "The morning after" and it 
is important that you read her story first and keep it in mind while reading 
this one. Don't repost or otherwise publish this story without my explicit 
written permission.




The morning after.


A noise brought him half out of his sleep. She was moving around. Barely 
awake his thoughts drifted back to last night. She had been so shy when she 
arrived at the party, but as the evening progressed she relaxed. He'd been a 
little worried if she could take all that tequila. She could.

It had been wild and chaotic. She had been so wonderfully naughty, pushing 
him over on the bed and teasingly lowering herself on to him just enough to 
engulf his cockhead in her warm tightness. The memory was so vivid he could 
feel it.

Looking out under his heavy eyelids and it was not just his memories. Her 
head moved slowly up and down, her lips tightly sealed around his cock. The 
feeling was so sweet. Too drowsy to do anything, he surrendered to her mouth 
and tongue.

God, she was fantastic. Talk about a dream orgasm! She was irresistible: her 
mouth, her tongue and her hand playing with is balls. His cum shot out as 
lightning flashed behind his eyelids.

"Was this real or a dream?" He looked at her. A drop of his cum on her chin 
convinced him: it was real. She slid down on the floor again.

He felt hungry. Two orgasms last night and one this morning. He was too 
sleepy to calculate the exact amount of calories they had burned, but it was 
more than enough to justify bacon and eggs. He just had to wake up. He 
reached out for her.




Comments are welcome. You can reach me at henlar@hotmail.com or via assd. 
Souvie can be reached at: femecrivain@netdot.com and assd.





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