Early morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Derek stirred first, his eyes blinking open to the most beautiful sight he’d ever woken up to: Stiles curled in his arms, her head nuzzled against his broad chest, her long lashes resting on flushed cheeks. She glowed—literally glowed—her white skin luminous in the dawn, pink lips slightly parted in sleep, her massive breasts pressed against him, already leaking faint trails of milk onto his skin. Her plump ass nestled perfectly against his groin, and the warmth of her pink fat pussy still lingered on his cock from the night before.

He couldn’t help himself. A slow, possessive smile spread across his handsome face as he shifted carefully, guiding his already-hard cock to her entrance. She was still slick from their cum, her pussy welcoming him with ease as he pushed in slowly, inch by thick inch, until he was buried deep inside her sleeping body. Stiles sighed softly in her dreams, her walls fluttering around him unconsciously.