working up an appetite (mf)

While dinner simmers on the stove, we’re on the couch picking a show. You pick one, two, three, but still you keep scrolling.
‘What do you want to watch?’
‘We don’t have to watch something, you know. We could do something.’
‘Eh…’
Lazy ass. I roll my eyes and push you back into the couch cushions. One knee next to your hips, the other foot on the floor, I stand and strip off my shirt.
‘We could do this,’ I tease. I love the way your eyes twinkle when you’re high & horny. You grin, thinking you’re about to get a blowjob or a titjob, and reaching for my hips. No such luck, I’ve got my own evil grin and I push you back into the couch again. Not today, bucko. Tonight you’re taking care of me. I unclasp my bra and toss it away, allowing my breasts to hang free. Sweet freedom! I cup them up and smile gently this time. Then I bring my other knee onto the couch so I’m poised over you. You’re still expecting dick service, so when you get a facefull of boob you’re a little surprised! I lean my body against yours, trapping you in place. Head kisses and rubbing my boobs around your face, but soon I’ve placed a thumb on your chin, intructing you to open wide. I guide a nipple into your mouth, and you latch on swiftly. Your hands have gotten free and roam my ass and thighs, squeezing and stroking. Even though I’m not quite over your cock because of our height difference and my curves, if I wiggle just so I can almost feel it hardening. But I’m too focused on your mouth sucking greedily at my breast. It’s times like this I wish I had the patience to induce lactation, you’d enjoy drinking from mommy’s big tits, but the reality is I’m just too lazy. I arch my back towards you whenever you pull my nipple deeper into your mouth, feeling my pussy getting wetter and my clit pulsing. It’s all I can do to not grind on your thighs. You release the one nipple only to grab the other breast and return to suckling. This is the best part of my life right now. I arch my back again, pushing you deeper into the cushions, pressing my breast into your mouth with my need to feel your tongue flex against my nipple. You grip my ass tighter in response, and one hand slips into the band of my skirt to squeeze flesh. I moan as I stroke your hair, praising you and lavishing kisses on you. Then both hands are running up my legs, under the skirt, as you dip a hand inside my labia. I begin to buck my hips involuntarily, then realize I’m practically suffocating you and back off some. You seem almost reluctant to let go of my breast, stretching the nipple almost to the point of pain. I pull your hand out from beneath me as I sit back on your lap and laugh a little. I’ve mussed your hair something fierce, your hand is dripping, and there’s a wild look in your eyes–that animal lust that almost makes me submit to a fuck. But I initiated, and this is MY moment. I lean forward and begin to kiss you, alternating with appreciating your mouth (I could get hung up in there for days!), nibbling your ear, and kissing and biting your neck. You’re enjoying every second of it, and relaxing into your submissive role, so it’s time for me to reward you. My skirt’s pretty well rucked up thanks to your exploring, so I feel around until I find your pants’ waistband. Your cock is so hard already, it’s the work of a moment to pull it out and slide it in me. I love to just pop you in and continue cuddling or whatever, so I choose to continue making out over bouncing on your dick. Soon enough, though, I’m grinding away and struggling to stay close to your mouth while also pressuring my clit. Yep, got to let you take over and fuck me from below. I lean back to get you deeper inside me, feeling you push nearly to my cervix. I can’t get enough of that feeling. Eventually we both come, hard, and I squeeze my pelvic muscles trying to keep you inside as long as possible. We relax back into couch, panting, cuddling and whispering affirmations. That’s when the timer goes off and I have to finish dinner with daddy’s cum dripping down my leg.

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