She drooled her saliva on his rolled-out tongue, dressed her fingers with the frosting, and spread it across his cheeks and lips.
He whined through his sealed lips, his fingers stiffening around her waist. He watched her lick the cream off his face, her tongue coating his skin with her saliva. Passionate, her tongue was grazing, his skin sticky.
"I want to eat more." She gulped and ordered his pants off, her tone husky. Then sat on the kitchen counter and wrapped her arms around his chest from behind.
His heart swelled, reverberating against her fingers. Her body thawed, a smile residing on her face.
Brushing her cheek to his, she placed her chin on his shoulder, her fingernails slowly circling his nipples. They had hardened.
Her eyes kept a watch upon his beautiful pink nipples, her fingers squeezing both of them at the same time. The beautiful sight of them crushed in between her fingers.
He winced, losing the strength in his stomach, and clutched onto her thighs, his breaths hitching inside his throat. She bit her lip, her breaths pacing, and squeezed them again and laced the frosting onto his shoulder.
His head fluttered on her shoulder, his toes curling on the cold floor, his cock twitching inside his underwear.
She gazed at his rock-hard dick, tasting the cream off of his shoulder, sweet and cold with a bit of taste of his skin. His cock was bulging like a mountain. "They say nothing can delight a cook more than his food being appreciated." She nipped his shoulder gently. "I see that's true."
His eyes fell to his cock, realizing what she was talking about. He immediately turned around and snuck into her neck, hugging her, his heart running a minute a mile.
"Master." He softly cried into her ears.
She grinned and closed her eyes, her heart thriving with satisfaction. She had always adored his bashfulness like an addict.
Her fingers slipped into the strands on the back of his head, and yanked his head, his eyes exposed for her. "Would you say anything else than the master?" Her eyes pierced into his eyes, her tone hissing.
He returned her gaze, his eyes curled, and slightly opened his mouth, his tongue rolling out. "God! You're driving me crazy!" She growled and spat in his mouth, kissing him right after.
She earnestly pressed her lips into his, palming his cheeks. Next, tilted her head to the side, parted her lips for a second, and kissed him again.
Smooching sounds echoed in the room. His heavy breaths and moans and her grunts blended in.
His breaths grew shorter, his grasp grew stronger around her waist. She hopped off the counter, her strength unconsciously drawing him into the bedroom.
She didn't wish to part from his graceful lips, thrusting her tongue inside his mouth. She rolled her tongue inside his mouth, sticking and slithering with his tongue and saliva, soaking both their mouths.
Could he get hornier? Could she be hungrier?
The answer was yes.
Suddenly, the back of his knees bumped against the bed and knocked both of them on top of it.
He winched. She groaned. His body fell under her, his hands protecting her.
She pressed her palms still on the mattress, lifted herself, and gazed at him, her eyes confident at his wavering pupils. A chuckle left her lips, a silly mistake adding to their joy.
Abruptly, she got up and sat against the headboard, gawking at his laid eyes with no word. He gulped, his rolled eyes peering at her and deliberately positioned himself in between her legs, his back pressed against her soft and ample breasts.
His heavy body comforted her, warming her skin and flesh. She slithered her arms around him, relishing his muscles. His body was a cuisine she could never have enough of.
She began kissing his shoulder, her fingers dancing softly from his nipples to his underwear, slow and gentle.
He whimpered and shuddered, his eyes staring at her fingernails circling his clothed dick. Her nails were a threat he was dying to face.
Her lips continued pecking his shoulder, her teeth, nipping and her tongue, licking at the same spot, her eyes staring at his dick twitching and her ears cherishing his sweet moans.
Soft and slow, he melted in her arms, his noises blended with tender grunts. He grasped her thighs, breathing heavily, and watched her nails poke his dick through his underwear, jitters coursing up to his abdomen.
There was a void breathing in the center of his chest, which was growing bigger with the passing seconds.
Her thumb caressed the wet patch on the underwear, rubbing the tip of his cock, until his moans cracked and his skin was covered with goosebumps.
His chest heaved up and down, his back arched and his neck plopped onto her shoulder, his lips releasing strings of breathless moans.
His throat dried, his eyes rolling.
Smirking, she slipped into his underwear, her teeth biting into his soft skin, and began jerking him, her fingers quivering with his pulsating dick.
Steady and deliberate, she jerked his dick inside his underwear, watching him growl and moan with pleasure uncontrollably. Her clit quivered and soaked more against her underwear, thawing up.
She hissed, her heart burning, and paced the speed of her hand and he moaned. "Master! I'm going to cum!"
A chuckle escaped her lips as she seized his quivering thighs in one place, locking them with her legs, and said, "But I'm not done eating."
"Please, Master!" His tone collapsed like his body in her arms, his fingernails jabbing into her thighs.
He continued imploring her, growling, his eyes unable to stay open, his abdomen burning. She continued toying with his member, getting wetter and hornier.
She was marveling every second.
He was soon on the edge, his body begging for release, his hoarse throat accompanying him, when suddenly she halted.
Sticky with his pre-cum, she seized her palm.
She gazed at him, gasping in her arm, trembling and whining. 'I have done a good job.'
"Master!" He cried out, looking at her with puppy eyes. He needed a heart-wrenching orgasm so badly. But he did not get it.
She sneered and discarded her hand from his underwear, releasing his quivering thighs, and ordered him to lie on the mattress.
Then she sat upon his abdomen, her knees pressing against the mattress, and discarded her clothes; her black top, her black trousers, her black underwear, and her black lacy bra.
His eyes wavered upon her gorgeous breasts, her beautiful erected nipples, her slim waist, the stunning dips on her hips, and her pussy. She soaked his abdomen as she sat back on his abdomen, riling up his insides.
He felt her palms grasp his cheeks, her eyes inclining towards his. She peered at his eyes, her eyes saying something, using the silence, heavy and dark.
Shivers ran from his spine down to his back. He arched his back and bit his lips, whimpering when she lifted her hips, her knees supporting her, and clasped his cock.
He did not glance at her fingers around his cock, for his eyes were still on hers. Answering the question, her eyes asked, 'Do you believe me now?'
'Yes.' His eyes answered.
Swiftly she slipped his dick inside her soaked pussy, whimpering as she sat upon his dick, every inch inside her.
He winced, his dick twitching inside her warm, tight, and slippery cunt. He had been waiting to taste her insides.
She began whimpering and bouncing up on his dick, slow, up and down, her hips smacking against his thighs.
Each thrust was passionate and strong, opening up her insides and then closing it. Thick and slippery, he could feel how badly she wanted to have his meat.
Her nails dug into his abdomen, her throat grunting. She craned her slender neck and continued riding him, her pussy slowly taking the shape of his dick, clenching around his cock.
He shut his eyes and reached to grasp her waist when she intertwined her fingers with his and pinned them on the mattress, her face an inch away from his, her warm breaths crackling his skin. "Look at me!"
His ears quivered. He opened his eyes, exhaling upon her lips. Instantly her lips shut his, her hips pacing the rhythm.
The slapping sounds echoed in the room, her pussy squelching with his dick, drowning in her own juices.
His dick hardened, leaking pre-cum. He whined in her mouth, closing his eyes, and stiffening his fingers, intertwined with hers, pleasure coursing down his nerves.
She kept looking at him, her tongue entering his mouth, her lips grumbling as her pussy squelched. His dick was poking at the sweetest spots inside her, somehow getting bigger with each thrust.
"Do you feel good?" She questioned, parting her tongue from his mouth for a second before she shoved her tongue inside his mouth again.
He nodded, his eyes curling with his rock-hard dick pulsating and throbbing inside her.
[END OF THE SMUT]
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