Early Mornings

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Briana in mm

Sunday
August 27, 2016
7:20 am

I opened my eyes to see Samuel resting against my chest.

I shifted a little in an attempt to sit up, resulting in a slight moan to slip from his lips.

I winced at the amount of blood that suddenly rushed my member and groaned when Samuel snuggled deeper into me, undoubtedly rubbing his vagina against my dick.

"Sammy, get up." I grunted.

I grew more frustrated as he ignored me.

"Sam." I repeated.

He lifted his head from my chest a little, allowing me to see his glowing face.

"What?" He mumbled while rubbing his eyes.

"I need you to get up, beautiful." I said as I caressed his ass in my hands.

"Why?" He groaned.

"I need to go visit Tyler." I stated.

"Can't you do it later?" He whined before he cuddled into me.

"Babe." I warned.

He didn't respond, he just cuddled deeper into my chest.

I slapped his ass roughly, making him let a loud whine.

"Get up." I demanded.

"Fine. Leave." He grumbled, rolling over onto the bed.

I slipped from under the covers swiftly, now that there was no female-like body on top of me, and headed over to my duffel bag.

I picked up the light bag and sat it on the small couch he had in his room.

I began going through it, pulling out various items as I did: a hoodie, a pair of jeans, and some socks.

I began going through it, pulling out various items as I did: a hoodie, a pair of jeans, and some socks

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I put on the clothing before searching for my shoes.

I found the black footwear near the door along with my soccer uniform, where I left them last night.

I slipped them on and exited the room, going to the bathroom.

Luckily, the hallway was empty so the trip wasn't met with any interruptions.

Once in the bathroom, I looked at my reflection in the mirror and nearly winced at the image.

My hair was flipped and turned at odd angles and there was a slight presence of bags under my eyes.

I let out a sigh before running my hands through my hair in an attempt to fix it, which really didn't help at all.

I gave up on my hair after a while and settled for brushing my teeth with the spare toothbrush I found behind the mirror.

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