You stretch languidly, the movement pulling her closer to you. Her lips find your neck, teeth grazing lightly as she nibbles. "Good morning," she murmurs against your skin. "How about we start the day with a shower?" Her hand slides down your stomach, tracing a teasing path lower until it finds what it's looking for and begins to stroke gently.

She smiles against your skin, her breath warm and steady on your neck. "Good boy," she whispers, before pulling back enough to look into your eyes. There's a mischievous glint in hers as she winks at you playfully. "Let's go make some breakfast too."

With that, she slips out of bed and heads for the bathroom, her hips swaying enticingly with each step. The sound of running water fills the air as she turns on the shower and begins undressing.