Serving sensual kitchen ecstasy.
Brief me with your desires. Spread my legs wide to hang on your shoulders like a costume. Then slide my panties to the side and enter me without undressing me. Fence me up with your hardness. Enclose me amidst your wood like a key. Bask inside my darkness as I wet you like a massive wave until your man butter is fully dripping out. Then and only then will I set you free.
He leans in to kiss me with his breath. I desire him but he wants me to beg for his touch.
“Are you ready for your five-course meal?” he asks, walking over to the fridge to grab the ice cream can and starting to paint my nipples with his hands. He lets it dry a bit before settling to play with my girls like they are sweets.
Opting for an oil treat, he pours multiple droplets of oil along my thigh gap while biting my inner thighs. His hands slowly move upwards feeling out the edges of my panties. He finds a weak spot and slides in. A small braise of his hand against my groin and my pussy starts pulsing. The rhythm of my body is calling him in.
His lips start patrolling the borders and corridors of my labia in search of a stream to fetch fluids. His fingers are now tied inside me caressing my walls. “Take your time,” he whispers, “I can stay here for days, baby. Let me know when you have had enough of this so I can start you on a liquid diet.” He starts to swab my kitty from behind.
He cares less that my ass is in his face. He’s doing what he wants to and I like it. Spreading my fluids all over me like I’m a peanut butter sandwich. This kind of licking is awarding him number one on my list. It’s making me question who has been licking me all these years.
I have been so selfish, I think to myself…
The Chef is starving. No party wants a hungry Chef. His package is swelling through his zipper with barely enough room to set him free. I lick the top of his swelling through the zipper. I unzip him and gently dig into my lunch box. Lunch is quite hot and heavy. The rock buns are bulged up and there’s fiery steam oozing from the top of his aubergine.
At this point, my eyes are fixated on the beauty that dangles between his legs like a precious ornament. I’m in gratitude to the Potter for molding his meat so perfectly. My eyes grace him with adoration. I listen to its heartbeat. I hear a pounding blood rush. It’s calling me to wrap it all around with the warmth of my mouth.
I shovel him in my mouth before alighting to feel the skin patterns of the bulged-up rock buns. They firm up each time I pick one up to play awaken. I begin my safari for the spot below his rocks. Come to me Tiger, let’s unwrap those hidden nerve endings.
Smash all the societal rules. Let me spread out your legs just a tiny bit too. I know you desire a dash of tongue play in the forbidden coast. Let’s surf, bad boy. I milk his coastal lines — and rub the top of his meat as I lick the forbidden coastal land. Now he knows what it feels like to experience the best of both worlds.
Come to me…Sit on it…He commands…
His assertive voice has my kitty pulsating. He steadily braises his meat against my outer lips, slowly shifting to feed my inner labia. “Should I or will you…?” Before he completes the question, I snatch his meat and point him to squeeze through the creamy pond at the front patio. Welcome home, Hunter. My kitty ushers him in with a warm wet greeting.
Now he’s feeding me but only halfway. With each new inch, he’s a step closer to quenching my juicy thirst. He teases my inner walls with the tribal markings on his rock. Then slowly starts to increase the depth and speed. Now I’m contracting and expanding to the rhythm of his rock. He has me begging for right here's and right there’s.
I try to aggressively push my body to gulp him all the way but he’s holding back, afraid he might score before I take my turn. He shifts me to sit on top of his aubergine and strokes me at a slow pace. He places his thumb around my wayward entrance as I lightly rub my kitty button. Finally, his aubergine is fully inside me and all that’s left outside is a set of fresh balls.
The sensual tension is at the brim. I am erupting from the front to the center, and back at the same time. My mouth is parted with only moaning sounds erupting through. Seeing me fully conquered, he finally expresses his long-concealed passion through a rough thrust. I look up to gaze at him and his eyes are pointing me to his man boobs.
I frisk around the darkened ring of color hopping back and forth from one to the other as I ride the top part of his cock. The tables have turned and he’s not playing teasing games anymore. He firmly bounces me over his cock while grabbing my butt cheeks as though milking for wild juices. This causes a rush of pleasure running through his spine; I can feel him rushing to the goal post to score.
He begins to pace about like an athlete. He starts the setup to hand over rights to his sexual buildup. I grab onto him tightly in unity to the set terms. The transfer is successful. Fruity Seed Juice is dripping from the Tiger’s head. I can feel him fading as he exists. We both lay there, silent, lounging in the creation of our perfumed mixture.