“So, wait a minute,” Daniel said, leaning against the kitchen counter on one hip, his eyes widening with disbelief. “You woke me up at seven am, coerced me into doing a bake-off with you by threatening me with a blowjob, and yet you don’t know what the bake-off theme is.”
“No.” With the sweetest smile, Persephone shook her head, correcting Daniel. “I woke up hungry, but you didn’t let me eat your cock, so I challenged you to a breakfast bake-off.”
It was not what happened.
“I didn’t let you suck me off? What do you think happened here?” Daniel pointed to his hard-on in his boxers, which were pulled on reluctantly at the last minute, and Persephone licked her lips. She could still taste his salty pre-cum on the tip of her tongue. Just mere minutes ago, his fingers were tangled in her lush dark hair, and his cock slid deep in her hot, moist mouth. One of the spaghetti straps of her white silk camisole had fallen from the up-and-down motion of her arms, revealing half of her tit, which jiggled as she lowered her head to take in more of his cock.