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Storm is taking things way too far, and she slips out of my grip.
Enough is enough!
Like a fast puma, I chase her around the kitchen island, and flour covered tiles. We slide around the island, and I slam into it hard. The large bowl of cream drops off, and the plastic bowl hits the ground.
As cream goes flying we are not just covered in flour, we are showered with sweet cream.
The lunatic is now attacking me, and rubbing it in my hair, and laughing. I grab her arms, and I wrestle her down fast.
It’s way out of hand, she is like a wild cat, and impossible to contain. “Stay still you fucking maniac!”
“Screw you!”
I eventually get her down under me, and I rub cream on her excited face. She screams with laughter, and her slippery fast legs, kick out.
I’m losing control. I am half angry, and half turned on.
I want to claim her tight wet pussy, but I am also disturbed my kitchen is a mess. We have ruined my suit, a shirt, and likely my shoes.
I get her down and I hold her wrists over her head. With one of my strong arms, and her breasts falling out of the apron sides, I hold her down with my body.
With my free hand, I smear fresh cream all over her face, lips, and neck. Our bodies are writhing against each other, and I have her pinned down in the food fight.
As she squeals, and wrestles, she wraps her legs around my waist. She shakes her head backwards and forwards, as she tries to avoid my strong creamy fingers.
I pause, look down, and I catch my breath. Our faces are now close, and I look at her laughing and full of life.
She is full of pure, and perfect energy. Never in all of my life, have I met anyone like her. She was awkward when she arrived, but now, she is perfect. Storm pauses under me, and our eyes meet.
Everything seems to slow.
I am so close to kissing and devouring her, but something tells me no. I do however know it’s time for a lesson. I rub more cream around her face, and she squeals, laughs, and thrashes. As I laugh, I wipe more cream around her lips.
Somehow, she ends up with my thumb, in her mouth, and she locks in on it, and sucks.
Everything seems to slow again, and I am hard as fuck between her legs. As she sucks on my thumb, my fingers touch her lips and face, and our eyes meet.
Our bodies slow, and she stares up at me. I know I am rock hard, and I hope she doesn’t realize.
As Storm watches me, I can see a breast and hard nipple out the side of the apron.
She moves her hips, as I hold her arms. She forces her core up, and she moves it against my now hard cock. “No!” I growl.
“Yes?” she says, my thumb still in her filthy mouth.
“Don’t!” I say. She does not listen, and she does it again. “Do not do that.”
I shake my head, but it’s good. So darned good.
It’s unbelievable, and so is she.
While I’m distracted, Storm rips a hand free. She skims it through the cream bowl on the ground, and she whips the hand up to my face.
She pauses at the last second. “No!” I growl.
“Taste it.”
I shake my head.
