When I told her to get dinner ready…
I wasn’t expecting to walk in and see her already naked, lying on the dining table, waiting for me — eyes hungry, lips parted, and my cock already rock hard.
She didn’t say a word.
Just crawled over and took me deep into her throat — slow, wet, filthy. Her spit coated my shaft as she moaned around it, hungry like she hadn’t eaten in days.
Then she pushed her tits together and slid me between them, smirking every time I twitched.
That look in her eyes? She knew I was close.
She wanted it.
Back in her mouth, faster now. Stroking, sucking, gagging — until I exploded down her throat.
And she swallowed it all. Every last drop.
Dinner?
Nah.
I was the one who got served.
