morning sex w/ tickling m/f f/m and lets of sexual content

The morning sunlight sparkled across the happy couple, waking him. he found himself in the position he had fallen blissfully asleep in - a sort of lax, half-spoon of the woman he loved. though still asleep, the change of consciousness in her lover caused a reaction in her, and she stirred. he kissed in a pecking motion, down a line on the side of her neck and back up. she was instantly wet, and giggled with mild ticklishness. his eyes instantly glazed over with extreme lust. was there any greater passion in the world than their shared fetish? no. he moved in on the spoon, laying on top of her, putting his weight on her, and began heavily making out with her oh so ticklish ear, alternating between heavy, sloppy licks, and devilish, awfully ticklish, lighter, tactical ones. ohhhhhh she was horny. she burst into giggles, and rolled onto her back, her entire vagina just pulsing. begging to wrap around some cock. she wrapped her legs around his thighs, right under his buttocks. his wet, dripping cock lay on her clit. she rubbed her clit against it. he kissed her deeply. her head was spinning. when the kiss was over, he lifted his head a little above her face and smiled into it with pure lust. he gingerly pressed his thumbs into her top rib, and as only he knew how, drew them back and forth across it, making every nerve along the way pop! losing all control, she screamed with laughter, her body bucking and flailing without her having to do a thing. when she was settling down; "AHA AHA AHA don't DO that." she said in a breathless, playfully helpless tone. and she kissed him again. goooooooood she was horny. she couldn't stand it anymore. she had to have him. she had to cum. the coming hours, days, weeks, months, and years would be full to the brim with tickling - him touching her in that gingerly, FUNNY way that made her lose control like no other tickler ever could. her doing the same to her favorite victim. there would be hours long sessions, themed play based on their boundless imaginations. whenever called for, it would be there. while she could barely wait, there was no reason to rush. its inevitabilty meant she could satisfy her sexual hunger NOW. maybe a little tickling thrown in while it was going down. "Condom Free since '03" was the couple's slogan, so she took his penis and inserted him in herself. he collapsed on top of her, nestling into her, grabbed hold of her, burying his face in her chest, and pumped. she (not TOO ticklishly) stroked his armpit, down his ribcage, and back up again. he giggled - muffled in her breasts. she said, as she had every day for the past seven years, "awwww - are you trapped in my pussy? poor, helpless boy, trapped in my vagina" but despite her concern, kept on. he arched his back in ticklishness, trying to avoid it, and in doing so hit her g spot. "ohhhhhhhhhh that's it. that's it. oh. OH. OH!" just as her climax puttered out and dissolved into tingly warmth and love, his began and she watched her love - so cute, so sweet - wracked with orgasm. "OHHhhh" he came, and smiled with supreme satisfaction. "he's so CUTE" she internalized. he pulled out and collapsed on her again, holding her, spooning her. and they drifted back to sleep while visions of doing it all again when they awoke later, danced in their heads.

and that's "lots" of sexual content up there. but yes, let's