Mary lay in bed, watching the sun rise slowly over the city’s skyline. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table, watching the multicolored numbers change the time to 10 AM. She stretched, yawned, and rolled over, her eyes greeted by a peacefully sleeping Takeshi. Her love snored quietly, his features serene with the hint of a smile dancing on the corners of his lips. She propped herself up on her elbow, her fingertips tracing over the soft skin of his chest. She watched him shiver slightly, a small but approving moan escaping his lips. Mary smirked mischievously, letting her fingers slowly trail their way down to his stomach and below his waistline. She felt his length already hardening at her touch as his hips lifted to meet her stroking hand. He moaned her name in his sleep and his fingers dug into the sheets, gripping them tightly. Mary pressed her lips softly against Takeshi’s ear, her warm breath traveling over his earlobe.