Morning Exercise by Elizabeth L. Brooks
Leanne swims upward, out of a vast, dark sea of sleep. Drowsily, she shifts, still too much asleep for the effort that stretching would require but awake enough to take stock of her surroundings.
She is on her side, and a warm body is curled against her back, an arm draped over her waist, and a half-hard c**k twitches and throbs against her ass. Nate. Leanne tips her head back just enough to feel his breath against her neck, slow and shallow.
Another body is sprawled before her; Leanne’s hand rests on a round globe of a breast, and there is a leg tangled with Leanne’s, under the blankets. Kari. Leanne shifts again, not yet stretching but testing her muscles for stiffness and luxuriating in the cradling warmth of her lovers.
Under her hand, Kari’s
