An intrusion on my part which gave life to his moans. He grabbed the sheets as if my name was Big Dick Daddy. Pushing back on me I felt a warm feeling on my face. My naughty pursuit made his head turn to see if it was really me. Moving slowly I parted my way while stroking his dick. Veins bulging, I wanted more for him in that moment. Easing back off the stroke, I gave a deep kiss as the pillow saved the best of him.
Women bashful in their existence often put fantasy to the back of their minds. Today, my body cried for a warm for touch yet there is no rescue. After a few moments of going through my phone, I received a video from a new friend. The video started with the sound of pouring rain. An orgy became the background on a huge television screen as he stood by the bed. Standing tall, he gripped his shaft while jerking off to the gang bang on the screen. The lotion gave a good slip as he pumped back and forth. Moans of pleasure escaped from the television screen as he stroked his cock faster. I watched with envy wanting to be there sitting in front of him. Squeezing as he pumped gradually I could envision his cock in my mouth. The urge to be there became intense as he let his climax take control. Light droplets fell to the bed as he kept pumping his fat cock. I let the video replay as I began to pleasure myself. Rubbing my pussy as the last bit of cum spew from his cock. An electrifying pulse echoed throughout my body as I surrender to my fantasy.
The cookies lay on the counter saturated by fire. He stood with one hand on the hip, disgusted by the sight. I leaned into the doorway watching him as he tried to scrape away the pain. Worried that he would give into tears of frustration, I decided to help. Slowly walking into the kitchen in nothing but a black silk robe, I stood behind him. Hugging him slightly, I moved to his right side then grabbed a mixing bowl from the cabinet. He looked towards me with a raised brow as I combined all the ingredients. Chocolate chips began to melt as I stirred gently.
Soon I attracted the fire starter and he began to lick the chocolate on my finger. Cookies still awaiting their destination, I knew there would be a late entry. Picking me up, he placed me on the warm stove while kissing softly. Fingers in my cookie jar, he created a wet tense moment that caused me to wrap my legs around his waist. Soft lips kissing into mine let me know the truth.
“Baby, I burn them on purpose because you always make them better than me.” He said while kissing down my neck.
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