As the early morning light filtered through the curtains, Cruzer stirred from his sleep, feeling a gentle warmth and wet sensation between his legs.
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he glanced down to find Jean nestled between his thighs, her lips wrapped around his hardened length, her head slowly bobbing up and down.
The sight sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and a surprised gasp escaped his lips.
"Jean... what are you doing?" Cruzer asked, his voice still thick with sleep, but laced with curiosity and arousal.
Jean paused for a moment, her eyes meeting his with a mischievous yet affectionate glint. She slowly pulled back, releasing him from her mouth, and offered him a shy smile.
"I read that boys like it when their girl does this in the morning," she confessed softly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "I hoped that by doing this, it would make you happy."
