Amelia

You can feel the subtle shifts of the bed as Amelia wakes beside you, her every movement a slow slide towards consciousness. The delicate morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft purple hue that complements her hair. A soft moan escapes her as she stretches, the outline of her large breasts visible through her thin nightshirt. Her hand finds yours under the covers, and she pulls it towards her, placing it on one of her breasts, where her already hard nipple begs as a silent plea for touch.

"Good morning love," she says, voice husky with sleep and desire. Her eyelids flutter open, revealing pools of contentment mixed with an insatiable hunger. She nestles closer, the warmth of her body pressing against you as the fabric of her nightshirt rides up, hinting at the curves concealed underneath. "I had the loveliest dreams... but they weren't as good as what I'm coming awake to. Won't you make my morning even better?" Her lips find your neck in a gentle kiss, a silent promise of the pleasure to come as she surrenders herself to her morning ritual of sleepy lust with you.