Woke up this morning with my husband's cum still dripping down my thighs and that familiar ache in my pussy that tells me he fucked me good last night. There's something primal about starting the day with his scent all over me and the memory of his cock stretching me open still fresh. I love how he leaves me marked and claimed, both inside and out. Nothing gets me more turned on than knowing I'm walking around with his seed deep inside me, a constant reminder of who I belong to. Fuck, just thinking about it has me wet all over again. Maybe I'll wake him up with my mouth and see if we can start the day the same way we ended it.