Matt sturniolo

It's around 7am and the sun was slowly peaking through the windows. Your hair looks like this but you didn't really care if it looked good or not. you were sitting ass down on the cold countertop wearing lacy baby blue panties and this hoodie which was your boyfriend of 3 years' hoodie. He stood pressed between your legs in his supreme black boxers. The glistening rays beamed on his face, making it seem sexy and manly.  Running your hand through your messy hair admiring your boyfriend. Time slowed down, Forgetting that just a few hours ago you guys had the most magical night of your lives. A freshly rolled blunt rested between your sore cherry-bitten lips. Your eyes connected as you placed the joint on your lips. His pale-blue eyes scanned your body and your heart skipped a beat. Allowing the harsh substances to fill up your lungs and drown your senses. But still not giving a fuck. Matt nuzzled his head in your neck breaking eye contact for a second but immediately regaining it as he drew his hand to your lips and pulled the blunt away, lifting your head to the ceiling blowing out a huge cloud of smoke above his head and looking back down at him to see him smirk at the sight. The mood was perfect. Matt: "God you are so fucking sexy" you giggled at the cuteness of his sexy morning voice and placed my hands around his neck. You: "Your not too bad yourself" you replied as he smiled bigger lifting you up of the counter taking you back to the room.