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I’m unsure what to think, so I try not to think.
For once in my life, I just try to feel.
Storm checks the bacon cooking, and then her scrambled eggs. After, she walks over, leans on my bare tanned thighs, and looks up.
She takes the coffee from me, and she rests her body on my thick thighs. She drinks, gulps, and looks up. “Ahhhhh, that’s better.”
She then runs a hand up my thigh, and I run my strong fingers through her hair.
God, I’m loving having her in my life.
We share a smile, and it feels so natural, and perfect. It’s going to be impossible to stop the train, now.Us,orwe, have left the station, and there is no going back.
Ever!
We have a perfect,casual sit-down breakfast at the long oak table. Pancakes with icing sugar, bacon, eggs, plus a few extra treats, pastries, toast and hot coffee.
Storm seems so unfazed about it, and it feels natural, and unforced. We say little. I guess we are hungry, because we have burnt so much energy having sex, or our fuckathon.
I have to control myself as I eat, because I want her in my arms. I also want to run my fingers, lips and nose over every cute inch of her adorable self.
As we stand to clear up, Storm bumps into me with the icing sugar. She looks up with her big brown eyes, and she does a hot fake ‘oops,’
While watching me, she sprinkles more powdery icing sugar over my jet-black silky shorts. She gives me a look, and she licks her fingers.
She drops to her knees, and slowly she peels my shorts down. She then reaches for the icing sugar, and she shakes the sweet powder over my hardening cock.
I shake my head and look down at the crazy minx.
As she looks up, big eyed, she starts to lick the sweet large crown as if it’s ice cream.
“Mmmm, yummy.”
I groan and pull her hair around. I want to see those big brown eyes looking up, and I want to see that mouth pulling on my fat cock.
I think of drizzling honey over her nipples and pulling hard on them. Also, glazing them with my cum.
That helps me, and within minutes, I buck into her mouth, pumping hot cum down her throat.
Ten minutes later I have prepared my return favor.
Storm is now on the oak table and naked. She is on her knees, and her pussy and butt have been drizzled with honey.
I leap down from the table with a thud, and I cast the honey container aside giving zero Fs. I kneel behind her and command her to drop her head. She does as if in a downward dog yoga move.
I first explore her slick folds with my expert fingers, and one circles her clit from behind. “Oh God,” she says between whimpers. I start to finger her, and her wet tight pussy makes a sucking sound.
“So perfect,” I say, needing to drive my tongue anywhere I can.
Below, her slick folds glisten in the morning sun, and her slick tight pussy looks like it is made of gold. Gold I’m about to feast on.
“Head down,” I growl.
“What?”
“Lower.”
Storm’s breasts reach the rough oak table, and her slick golden pussy and butt glisten inches from my mouth. She is now high where I can eat her.
