Page 13 of Big Poppa

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“TONIGHT, LET’S FORGETabout the world outside. It’s just you and me.”

Soft candlelight casts a warm glow over the elegantly set table, creating an atmosphere of intimacy and romance. As she enters the room, my gaze meets Cheyanne’s. Her eyes are filled with admiration and desire. My heart flutters at the sight of her.

“Cheyanne, you look absolutely stunning.”

A smile spreads across her face, a mix of excitement and nervousness mingling between us.

Her eyes gleam in the candlelight, her lips a perfect shade of scarlet. I step closer, feeling a warmth radiating from her I’d never experienced before. “Thank you,” she says. “I wanted tonight to be special.”

“Everymoment with you is special,” I whisper in her ear. The words fall from my lips without thought or judgement. She smiles coyly.

“I feel the same way.”

Cheyanne’s reassurance resonates deeply within me, filling me with warmth and a sense of belonging. I can’t resist the urge to touch her, to let her know how much she means to me. My hand reaches out, gently caressing her cheek as she wraps her arms around me. Her touch reciprocates my intensity. “I want to lose myself in you,” I say. “But first, we eat.”

I take a step back, extending my arm towards the beautifully set table, inviting her to join me. Our hands intertwined. The enticing aroma of exquisite food fills the room, heightening the ambiance.

“Shall we, my love?”

We settle into our seats, and our bodies are close, creating a bubble of intimacy. Each course becomes a journey, where our conversation dances between playful banter and whispered promises.

With each passing moment, the barriers holding us back crumble and are replaced by understanding.

As the dessert arrives, a mischievous smile plays on my lips, and I lean closer to Cheyanne.

“Let me taste you,” I offer in a seductive whisper.

Without hesitation, we succumb to our desires, our lips meeting in a passionate, intoxicating kiss. Time stands still, and our souls melt into one another, the world outside fading away.

Our dinner becomes a celebration of our love, a validation of the unbreakable bond we share. With each stolen kiss and whispered confession, I fall deeply, madly in love. The scent of lust clings to us like perfume. We’re wrapped in each other’s arms, the room around us disappearing until there is only us. Our hands run up and down our bodies, brushing against barely concealed breasts, hardening nipples, flat stomachs and muscled buttocks. We’re undressing each other with our fingers, mouths, and breath; I’m inside her already, filling her with my flesh and desire.

Her need is overwhelming, a drug I’m addicted to, a drug that gets me high. I can’t control myself; my body is desperate for hers. Her dress almost magically disappears, leaving her in nothing but pearls and a black lace thong. I’m on my knees, kissing columns of brown flesh. My hands are scooping out ripe melons, my tongue licking ripe berries, and my teeth are cutting into the temptation of forbidden fruit. I can’t get enough of master the urge to bury my tongue in the honeyed sweetness between her legs. Her hands run through my hair, pulling me closer. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I work her like the best tasting candy. My fingers plunge into her, working her into a frenzy. She raises her hips, urging me on. I bury my face in her, wanting to swallow her whole. I can’t get enough of her taste. My tongue works her, my fingers penetrate her, my breath arouses her.

What’s left of our desert is scattered on the floor and across the table. I’m fucking her with my tongue and fingers, her wetness running down my chin, dripping onto my chest. I’m drunk on her flesh. I want to eat her alive.

I hold her legs apart and lick her. Islide a finger in her, searching for the spot that makes her scream. She moans and her body undulates. She’s wet, and I’m hard. Her orgasm is close. Her body stiffens and then she shudders and grabs my head with both hands, pulling me up and kissing me hard. I grab her ass and lift her onto the table. She spreads her legs and wraps them around my waist, pulling me close, our lips lost in each other. I’m hard. I’m throbbing. I want to be inside her.

Tearing off her panties, I drive into her. I’m buried deep, so deep. I move faster and faster, my thrusts rattling the table. Cheyanne moans fill the room, her nipples ripe as she’s splayed out in front of me like the main course. I’m almost there, but I want to see her face. I want to watch her. I pull out and she grabs my dick, stroking it, looking into my eyes. She jerks me hard and fast, and I feel my orgasm building.

“Fuck, Chy. I’m close.”

She looks me straight in the eye and then licks my dick like it’s an ice cream cone, her tongue tracing the veins as she works her way to the head and then takes me deep into her throat. She looks up at me. I grab her head and guide her while I fuck her pretty face. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” I rasp.

I pull her off my dick and shove it hard inside her.

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans. “Cum for me...”

Grabbing her hips, I pound into her as hard as I can. “Fuck, Chy...” I grunt.

Her legs are shaking. Chy shudders, and I feel her walls clenching my dick. “Fuck,yesss.That’s it. Cum for Daddy. Cum for Big Poppa.”

I put my hands under her back and arch her off the table. Her titties bounce, and I grab them. “That’s it. Cum for me, baby. You’re sowetfor me.Fucking dripping.”

I watch her flinch as she cums. Her orgasm lasting longer than mine. Her muscles convulse as I slow my thrusts.

She lets go and drops to the table as the last of her orgasm subsides, breathing heavily but slowly catching her breath. I collapse on top of her and kiss her neck, letting my dick slip out of her.

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