Peggedbefore breakfast.
So we are making breakfast. I am in the kitchen cooking. Whipping up some scrambled eggs. I am in my bathrobe, and the cum stained cotton thong panties that you had me wear last night. You come into the kitchen and kiss the back of my neck. You coo and say, last night was wonderful, honey. I love you so much. You took it like a champ. You hug me tight from behind, and then reach around to undo the tie around my robe. You then begin caressing my cock over the panties. Hmmn, you say, looks like somebody came a lot last night. You know I did, I say.
Want to come again, you ask. What? We're making breakfast. Yes, we are. Mine. You start to rub harder and more insistently. My cock begins to swell with your touch. You pull back my robe, and it falls to the floor around my ankles. You are still rubbing my cock. It is at full erection now. I begin to leak precum into your panties. You pull back the front of the panties and reach hold of my cock. It is throbbing and twitching. You stroke it. You lean in to whisper in my ear. This is what I want, you say. You want it, too. Don't you? You stick a well lubricated finger in my ass. I say meekly, but, but, we're making breakfast. I know, baby, we are, you say. And you laugh. With your free hand, you put it on my head and push me down over the kitchen island. And bend me over. Now, for the first time I feel your strap on against my ass. But we are making breakfast, I say. We were, you say and laugh. You reach around to turn off the stove.I think the eggs are done, honey. You did good. Then you begin to penetrate me. Very slowly. Do you like that, you ask in a warm, nurturing voice. Ahh. Is all I can say. You repeat the question, do you like that? Yes, oh, yes. You begin to pick up your rhythm. Still holing onto my cock. Stroking with your thrusts. My knees begin to buckle, but you grab a hold of my hips, pulling me up. Your knees start to buckle just then, oh my god, you say, I'm cumming! And then you spasm. Squirting on the kitchen floor. I come a few moments later as you keep pounding me. Our fluids piled on top of each others. You reach around and give me a hug,and kiss my cheek. Now, we can have some breakfast, you say. I love you, baby.
Want to come again, you ask. What? We're making breakfast. Yes, we are. Mine. You start to rub harder and more insistently. My cock begins to swell with your touch. You pull back my robe, and it falls to the floor around my ankles. You are still rubbing my cock. It is at full erection now. I begin to leak precum into your panties. You pull back the front of the panties and reach hold of my cock. It is throbbing and twitching. You stroke it. You lean in to whisper in my ear. This is what I want, you say. You want it, too. Don't you? You stick a well lubricated finger in my ass. I say meekly, but, but, we're making breakfast. I know, baby, we are, you say. And you laugh. With your free hand, you put it on my head and push me down over the kitchen island. And bend me over. Now, for the first time I feel your strap on against my ass. But we are making breakfast, I say. We were, you say and laugh. You reach around to turn off the stove.I think the eggs are done, honey. You did good. Then you begin to penetrate me. Very slowly. Do you like that, you ask in a warm, nurturing voice. Ahh. Is all I can say. You repeat the question, do you like that? Yes, oh, yes. You begin to pick up your rhythm. Still holing onto my cock. Stroking with your thrusts. My knees begin to buckle, but you grab a hold of my hips, pulling me up. Your knees start to buckle just then, oh my god, you say, I'm cumming! And then you spasm. Squirting on the kitchen floor. I come a few moments later as you keep pounding me. Our fluids piled on top of each others. You reach around and give me a hug,and kiss my cheek. Now, we can have some breakfast, you say. I love you, baby.
10 years ago
