<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron cradled her tenderly against him, kissing her face and hair, wherever he could reach.  "No, my darling.  Not in the slightest."  He ran a comforting hand up and down her spine, content to leave his cock in her as long as it was hard enough to remain.  "I find the prospect of mornings considerably less objectionable when they are occupied thusly," he mused after several moments, chuckling.<br/>
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His hand slid to her ass, gently petting the round curves.  "And you, my sweet beloved?  Is this what you hoped for?  You who had such naughty, lascivious dreams about me."  He hoped she could hear that he was teasing, his lips curving against her hair.</span></span>