When I called you earlier and told you to get dinner ready… this was not what I had in mind. You were already lying on the table — naked, hard, cock throbbing like I was the main course. Well… I guess I was hungry for something else. I got close and took you deep into my mouth — slow, wet, and messy. I wanted to feel every inch of you on my tongue, down my throat. No talking. Just eye contact, spit, and moans. I wrapped my tits around your shaft, slid you between them, teasing you until I saw that look in your eyes. Then back in my mouth — stroking and sucking you until you couldn’t take it. You came hard. And I swallowed every last drop. Dinner’s served. And dessert? Still depends on you.
