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So, the plan was simple: stay in bed. Not just lie there, mind you, but actually savor it. Every damn second. And when Karissa Koxx is tangled up in the sheets with you, savoring takes on a whole new meaning. My mouth found hers, naturally. Couldn't help it. Her colossal tits, a couple of generous gifts from God himself and perhaps a very skilled surgeon with an eye for the divine, brushed against my chest, and yeah, that's a sensation you don't forget. I wanted to devour her, every damn inch, every secret taste. This wasn't just a morning; it was a slow burn, leading to the kind of messy, beautiful conclusion that makes you feel alive. A glorious, sticky cream pie, if you must know. And you do.