Page 71 of Fairground

I cup her face, tilting her chin up to me. Her lips part as I press mine gently against hers, savoring the softness of her mouth.Her lips feel like velvet, like she exfoliates them just for moments like this. They remind me of her pussy—soft, warm, inviting—and just that thought has me aching to be back inside of her heat. And when I am this next time, I’m going to make sure she feels just how serious I am about her. How this doesn’t feel like there’s a time limit for me.

“I’ve got something to show you.” I pull back from her kiss and stand up with a smile, leaving her sprawled on the floor naked. I’m still half-dressed, shirt on top, nothing below, and she giggles, her gaze following me.

“You look ridiculous.”

I wave my cock lazily, hard as steel, letting it sway like a flag in the breeze. Her eyes drop to it, and I smirk.

"You look like Winnie the Pooh," she says pointing at me.

"Hey, I take offense to that, Eey-ore."

She rolls her eyes, but a smile tugs at the corner of her lips as I continue to shake my hips back and forth.

“It should be illegal to have a face that handsomeanda cock that big.”

I laugh. “Stay right there. Don’t move.”

I jog down the hallway, out into the main area of the warehouse, and into the office where the mini fridge sits tucked away. I grab what I need, hurrying back to find her exactly as I left her—propped up on her elbows, bare pussy on display, watching the hens sleep through the wall of windows like they’re the most peaceful sight in the world. Her face softens as she watches them in awe and my heart squeezes.

I’m glad she likes them. Chickens aren’t for everyone. They’re smelly little dinosaurs with sharp-ass beaks that’ll catch you ifyou’re not careful. But outrighthatingthem? That’d probably be a deal breaker for me.

Her gaze shifts to mine, those forest-green eyes narrowing slightly as she spots what’s in my hand.

“Uh, the surprise is pie?”

I grin, holding the tin up like it's a trophy. “Swiped this one from the competition when we were pre-testing them and hid it from my dad so he wouldn’t inhale it.”

She sits up. “Oh.”

“You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to,” I say, kneeling in front of her. “But I dointend on eating you. First time I met you, you smelled like cherries, and I knew your pussy would taste just as sweet. I wasn’t wrong.”

Her breath catches, chest rising as those big, plush breasts rise and fall. My gaze flicks to them, and I reach out, pinching one nipple gently until it hardens under my touch. I squeeze the soft mound, unable to help the growl that rumbles low in my throat.

“So, fucking sexy,” I murmur because she has the nicest natural tits that I've ever had the pleasure of holding. “Lay back for me.”

She does, stretching out on the cool floor, completely at my mercy. I dip my fingers into the cherry filling, scooping some out, and smear it in a line up her thighs and across her stomach.

“Oh… that’s cold,” she gasps, shivering slightly.

“I’ll warm you up.”

I lower my head, licking her clean, trailing my tongue up her thighs as they quiver beneath me, then to her stomach before dipping lower to her clit. I flick it lightly, savoring the way her body jerks under my touch and the sweetness of the cherries on my tongue.

“Mm… you taste so good.”

“Cash,” she moans, her legs trembling as her fingers thread through my hair, guiding me down where she wants me.

I dip my head lower, savoring her taste as I lap at her clit. My tongue flicks and swirls as I press her thighs apart, spreading her open wider and smearing some more of the cherry filling on her inner thighs. "Love these thighs so much." I lower my head and bite one, leaving a red mark that I then lick at like a feral dog.

“There’s… there are stretch marks there,” she whispers, voice hesitant.

I pause just long enough to lift my head and glare up at her. “And?"

She shivers. "I mean, they just aren't the best thighs, you know?"

"You think I give a fuck about stretch marks? Stretch marks are proof of life, of growth. They’re the soft curves and edges that make a woman irresistible. Give me all the stretch marks, baby. I want awoman.”

I wait for her to respond and when she rolls her lips together and nods, I take that as permission to continue.

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