Helped my man shave this morning, and he had me kneel by the sink. The sound of the blade against his skin… my breath on his thigh… I could smell that intense, musky scent of his morning wood. I let my fingers 'accidentally' brush against his half-hard cock, then looked up at him with my most innocent face and said, 'Oops, sorry.' Watching his Adam's apple bob and his eyes darken before he pulled me up and fucked me against the cold tiles until I screamed—now that's the perfect wake-up call, right? My soaked panties are still hanging on the bathroom doorknob. What's your favorite 'everyday moment' to use as an excuse to turn up the heat?