She Lured Me Into Kitchen For Her Creampie
“Do you have time before work today, sugar?” She asks, her voice dripping with innuendo. She’s wearing nothing but a slippery red robe that clings to every sumptuous curve, her caramel skin glistening under the morning sun peeking through the kitchen window. Her hips sway hypnotically as she saunters over, the silk fabric catching on the swell of her ass. “I was hoping we could have a little fun before you head out…”
Her hands brazenly slide up his chest, fingers toying with the buttons of his dress shirt. Those lust-darkened eyes flick up to meet his, a coy smile playing on her plump lips. “What do you say, baby? Can momma get her fill?”
She’s a minx alright, always eager to play. And damn if he doesn’t just melt every time she turns that sultry gaze on him. This is their secret game – stolen moments of passion before the day begins. His hands come to rest on her waist, thumbs rubbing delicious circles into the soft flesh. She arches into his touch, a low moan escaping those perfect lips. The robe slips further down her shoulders, revealing the tantalizing swell of her breasts. His mouth goes dry at the sight.
“I say why don’t you lose the robe and get up on the table,” he growls, giving her round bottom a firm squeeze. She giggles, a throaty sound full of promise as she shimmies out of the flimsy garment and climbs onto the dining table. The polished wood protests under her weight but she pays it no mind, lying back like an offering to the gods. Her dark hair fans out around her head, stark against the light wood. Eyes hooded, she looks up at him through thick lashes, a wicked grin on her face.
“You mean you don’t want your morning coffee first?” She reaches out, a manicured hand snaking into his pants to wrap around his rapidly hardening length. He groans, hips rocking into her touch. “Honey, I thought you’d never ask…” he pants out, guiding her hand to stroke him faster.
She winks, moaning approvingly at his size. “Oh you know me, always putting my man’s needs first. Now come over here and let me worship this big, fat cock of yours.” She positions him at her entrance, the swollen head parting her slippery folds. Her hips rise slightly, rubbing her wet heat along his shaft, teasing him.
“Please,” she whines breathlessly, rolling her hips faster. “I need it so bad. I need you deep inside me, filling me up…” That’s all the encouragement he needs. With a deep groan, he thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. She cries out, back arching off the table as her tight walls clench around him. “Oh fuck yes!” she screams, nails raking down his back. “Harder! Fuck me harder!”
Lost to the music of her moans, he complies, pistoning his hips as he pounds into her. The wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, punctuated by her rapturous cries. His hands find her bouncing breasts, thumbing her nipples roughly as he rails her. She writhes beneath him, eyes rolling back in bliss. “Don’t stop! Ohgodohfuck don’t stop!” Her words dissolve into incoherent babble as he fucks her brutally, chasing his release.
“Shit shit shit! I’m gonna- oh fuck!” He slams into her, burying himself as deep as he can go. His balls draw up tight as he explodes, painting her insides with stream after stream of thick seed. She wails, spasming uncontrollably around him as she comes hard on his cock, milking him for every drop. They collapse together, gasping for air. Slowly, he pulls out, watching in satisfaction as his cum dribbles out of her well-used hole. They lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow.
Finally, she sits up, looking dazed. “Wow,” she whispers, a purr of contentment in her voice. “That was incredible. We’ll definitely have to do this again.” He chuckles breathlessly, playfully slapping her ass. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” She grins unrepentantly, leaning in for a filthy kiss. “For you honey? Always.”
