<div class="floatleft">(http://pizzadeontem.com.br/site/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/zac-efron-2016.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Corbin McCree<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Alex House, Morning after Hoa Meeting<br/><strong>Dressed:</strong>Not<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Alexandra Vale<hr/><br/><br/>Corbin accepted the night had become a crashing flop and wished Alex good night. He sighed in frustration with his current state but was in no condition or mood to remedy it. Ironically enough he ended up returning to Alex’s house after a long walk home. In that time he cleared his head and managed to stop thinking about the day and hoped to put it behind him. Once home he tossed himself onto the couch and fell asleep after some channel surfing.<br/><br/>He slept most of the morning away, waking up long enough to glance at his cell phone. After some shambling into the bathroom to brush his teeth and make sure his hair wasn’t flat he glanced out towards the house. It was saturday, which meant the ladies would be getting together for tea or brunch or whatever it was they did, but when was it again? Corbin was curious if he could intercept Alex before she met up with them. It would be a good way to start the day, a little early morning cardio and some released endorphins and he could get sex off his mind for ten or twenty minutes.<br/><br/>He let himself in, he was no stranger, and climbed up the stairs into Alex’s room hoping she would be getting ready for a shower. Instead he found her mostly uncovered and very asleep. Corbin weighed his options and moved to open the curtains to let some light in. This was all uncharted territory for him, the entire morning sex routine as he rarely found himself in a situation that permitted it. Worst case scenario he would strike out a third time and just have to take care of himself.<br/><br/>After stripping down, he smoothly slipped into the large comfortable bed behind Alex. Corbin wrapped his arms around the sleeping brunette and her into him. A kiss was planted on the back of her neck before a hand moved to cup one of her breasts. He always liked how she never opted for fake tits. They way they felt and fit in the palm of his rough hands. His large hands still sported a few callouses, not as many as he had when he first arrived from Texas a few years earlier. The hand moved from one breast to the other, making sure one didn’t feel neglected.<br/><br/>The effect was becoming noticeable, more so as he had fully stripped down when he invaded her bed and personal space. He could wait a little more and hope she woke up receptive to the idea. The one free hand that began to move south, fingertips caressing her smooth stomach until they slid over the mound and under the crotch of her panties. “Good morning..” He greeted when he felt the first signs of her stirring awake. “Sleep well?” Corbin asked softly before continuing his risky ministrations.