Page 36 of We Are All Sinners

I move back to the other end of the table, watching my little witch moving her hips, trying to get more from her dildo than it could ever give her.

I grab the black sleep mask that has the words,FUCK OFF,written in bold red lettering across it, and I can’t help but chuckle slightly. Evie was always crude behind closed doors, and I loved it.

I climb on the table and move towards her head pushing her legs up further. I let my dick lay on top of her wet, little pussy. Evie attempts to lean her head up to kiss me, but I push her back down as I place the mask over her head, placing it over her eyes, taking her sight away completely.

She huffs, probably a little annoyed now, but I know this will help her nerves by not being able to see what I’m doing. She will have to rely on her other senses, ultimately getting lost in the feel of everything.

I kiss her lips, nipping her bottom lip slightly, making her suck in a breath.

Fuck, I love how she reacts to my every touch.

“Toys just don’t get the job done like I can, do they baby?” I ask softly as I sit back up.

She nods her head with another huff, obviously getting frustrated by the lack of friction on her clit right now.

“I can’t hear you!” I holler out in a condescending tone, chuckling as I grab a piece of ice. I start trailing it around each nipple first, watching her body jerk at the shock of the cold.

Her nipples pebble as her body shivers, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I grab another and press it to her clit. She instinctively tries to close her legs, sucking in an almost whistled breath.

I watch her chin tremble at the feel of the cold.

“Nope, my little slut has to keep her legs spread, baby,” I smack her thigh, making her yelp, before spreading them both back out.

I place another piece of ice on her clit rubbing it in circles, making her squirm even more.

I remove what’s left of the ice and the dildo, replacing them with my mouth. I place both hands on her thighs spreading her out in front of me as she tries to move her hips.

“Oh god, yes, Brix, please.” She mumbles the words, almost incoherently. I lick up and down her pussy a few more times before I stop.

“Keep those legs spread, I want to have a treat. I want to hear you, baby.” I say as I dip my finger in the jar of honey.

I reach over my beautiful little witch, appreciating all that’s mine as I smear the honey across her lips. She licks them greedily, opening her mouth for me to fuck it, if that’s what I choose to do.

The thought of her giving herself to me in this way has my dick twitching to fuck her pretty mouth.

I dip two fingers in the honey and start smearing it around her nipples, down her stomach, to her little cunt, still begging for me to fuck it. I take some more and rub it all over my hard cock, smirking to myself. I take a piece of pineapple and dip it in the honey, trailing it along her body up to her mouth. She takes it and releases a slight moan as she chews and swallows like the good girl she is.

I get the whipped cream, shaking the can, until I hear the little ball rattle. I tip it, pressing the little white tip, over filling my mouth with a cloud of sweet white cream.

Evie chuckles at the sound, knowing what I’m about to do.

I used to make her watch Varsity Blues constantly when we were in high school, and my favorite scene was the whipped cream bikini.

I paint a perfect whipped cream bikini on her perfect tits, making them look like cupcakes on her chest and cunt. All that is missing is a couple of cherries.

I admire my work of art, splayed out, and tied up for me to do whatever I could possibly imagine.

Fuck, I love her so much in this moment, knowing that she wants this with me.

“I finally get to have my favorite dessert.” I chuckle as I toss the can, hearing it land with a clank on the hard wood floor as I jump right into cleaning up my mess.

I start with her perky tits first, licking her little erect nipples, nipping, then sucking the sticky, white sweetness from her skin.

I trail my tongue down to her sweet pussy, pressing her thighs further apart, I clean up every bit of the melted whipped cream, eating her pussy like it’s a sundae fit for a king.

Evie’s body quivers on my face as I lick and suck her little bud of nerves.

“Fuck! Yes!” She yells out, until she her body stiffens, still jerking her hips into my face, but barely.

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