My son’s friend (Josh) spent the night at my house. Early the next morning, he wakes up and sees me in my beautiful robe. I let the robe drape against my body, but don’t try and cover up — in fact, I tease him incessantly, letting him peak and see glimpses and I sweetly give him dirty talk; his morning wood is relentless now. 'Well! Good morning, Josh. My son isn’t up yet, it’s still pretty early. You look…very well rested. Do you like the robe I’m wearing Josh? Yeah? Well, thank you. Well, I can tell you like something right now. You can barely hide yourself right now. Look at that —you woke up with a goddamn fence post between your thighs, didn’t you Josh? Yeah? Josh, you’re harder than a fucking steering column right now. Mmmm..how does that feel? Waking up with your balls completed full? and you’re at full-mast — first thing in the morning. I can only imagine what you could do with that. Did you massage your penis against the mattress, Josh? Thrusting yourself silly because it felt so good? I’ll take a wild guess though, Josh. You saw me coming out of the shower last night didn’t you? Yeah. My entire self — completely naked. Josh, just know —I wanted you to see me. And I want you to wake up every single day and think about that. Think about me completely naked, dripping and perfect. Or in my robe, that just…has the hardest goddamn time staying on my body. Mmm, you love this don’t you Josh? Makes you want to run back into your bedroom and toss yourself off, doesn’t it? Oh baby, and I know what you’d be thinking about too. How naughty are your thoughts, Josh? Josh, it’s not about the robe, it’s not about me getting out of the shower, exposing all of myself to you — is it? It’s about clapping and clapping your body against mine —and fucking my brains out. It’s about the sound of my voice when you’re fucking me —the way I sing your name out loud. The way my pussy French-kisses your penis, and all those little white bubbles come running out of me. And it’s about cumming inside me, isn’t it Josh? When you bottom-out inside me? And I wouldn’t let you pull out of me Josh, because secretly, I love the thought of you helplessly ejaculating inside me. I’m obsessed with it actually. I’m obsessed with your voice breaking in half when you tell me you’re about to cum. I’m obsessed with all of it actually. You can say yes right now, Josh — we have so much time before my son wakes up. I’m so sick and tired of not fucking you with my mouth, fucking you with my tits, thigh-fucking you, letting you cum inside my beautiful pink-white flower. You’re pre-cumming through your underwear, Josh. I completely take responsibility for that, and I love it. Josh, listen — I’m gonna take another shower —but this time, I want you to watch.'