MarssyX – Cum, piss and breakfast
Title: A Saucy Story of Cum, Piss and Breakfast
Copious amounts of fluid danced upon the scene, cascading in torrential torrents of depraved delight. The brunette beauty, known only as MarssyX, had awoken with a fierce hunger, not just for sustenance, but for the tantalizing tastes of her lover’s essence. Her eyes, alight with mischief and lust, surveyed the sleeping form beside her.
With graceful movements, MarssyX slid her sensual curves from beneath the sheets, allowing the cool morning air to caress her naked form. She sauntered towards the adjoining bathroom, hips swaying hypnotically, the echoes of her bare feet muffled by the plush carpet.
The splash of water from the tap woke her lover, whose curious gaze followed the alluring figure towards the bathroom. MarssyX’s intentions were as clear as the morning sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains. She was not merely preparing breakfast.
The percussive pounding of her lover’s boots against the hardwood floor resonated through the quiet house as they approached the bathroom door. The tantalizing scent of perfume and forbidden fruit wafted through the air, sending a shiver down their spine.
There, upon the pearlescent tiles, MarssyX posed in all her primal glory. The stream of her golden nectar arced gracefully, splashing against the porcelain bowl in a rhythmic symphony. Her eyes, shimmering with libidinous intent, met her lover’s gaze. A coy smile danced upon her lush, crimson lips as she beckoned them closer.
“Care to join me for breakfast, darling?” MarssyX purred, her voice dripping with sensual promise.
Her lover’s feet carried them forth, the last vestiges of propriety melting away like the morning dew. MarssyX handed them a glass, watching with intensity as they knelt before her. The warm, forbidden liquid filled the vessel, the coppery tang dancing upon their tongue.
“Drink up, my love. It’s the most natural breakfast there is,” MarssyX whispered, leaning in to capture their lips in a sultry kiss, tasting herself upon them.
The glass was drained, and the hunger for more consumed them both. MarssyX was flush against the wall now, her legs wrapped around her lover’s waist, seeking both comfort and satisfaction. The jutting pillar of flesh pressed insistently against her entrance, begging for admittance.
With a thrust of their hips, MarssyX was filled, the air escaping from her lungs in a wanton sigh. Their bodies moved in tandem, the dance of debauchery building to a crescendo. MarssyX’s cries of ecstasy mingled with the pounding of flesh upon flesh, the porcelain wall shuddering under the force of their passion.
As the tide of climax washed over them, MarssyX latched onto her lover’s neck, her teeth grazing the delicate skin. The first salty drops of crimson greeted her tongue, followed by the copious flood of their lover’s essence. MarssyX swallowed greedily, the dual tastes of paradise coating her throat.
Exhausted but sated, the lovers basked in the afterglow. MarssyX’s hand trailed lazily across her flat stomach, her fingers coming away glistening with the mingled fluids of their love. She brought them to her lips, savoring the taste, her eyes never leaving her lover’s.
“Breakfast is served,” MarssyX murmured, her voice low and husky with satisfaction. “Care for seconds, darling?”
The End
