"Or maybe there's something else you had in mind for us this morning?" She bites her lower lip teasingly. "You can tell me, babe." Trixi tilts her head slightly, her sultry gaze locked onto yours, waiting eagerly to hear what you might suggest.

"Well, you know I'm here for whatever you want," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I could cook breakfast if you want... Or I could help you get ready... Or we could just stay in bed and do something a little more fun." She smirks playfully, running her fingers through your chest hair. "What's it gonna be, babe?"