By the time she walks around to me, I’m horny again and ready to suckle her tits until she begs me to fuck her.
She sets the plate in front of me. Then she lifts a long leg up and over, grips my shoulders, and pulls herself into my lap. She sits there staring inches from my face with a look that makes me glad I’m a man.
“Strawberries dipped in chocolate and chocolate covered cherries.”
She flexes her legs to pull her feet up causing her ass constrict on my legs. She is strong.
She sets the stiletto heels of her black boots on either side of my ass, pushes her fingertips deep inside my hair, flexes them, grabbing a handful, then stands.
The red robe falls opens as her body passes an inch away from my face. Her scent of butter and coconut seeps inside as I breathe deep, enjoying her unfolding mounds of softness bundled up in a black lace bra, followed by her toned, flat abs and black lace bikini panties, trimmed with a black garter and hooked to black thigh-high fishnet stockings.
I know better than to grab her. Her balance depends on my sitting still, but man alive is it hard not to.
When her legs are straight, she pulls my hair, tilting my face to look up at her towering over me. All I can see are her tits dangling as she steps carefully backward onto the counter, straddling the plate of sweet morsels.
She slowly shifts her weight from the chair to the counter, and as she does, the view of her beautiful tits are presented in another angle for me to enjoy.
When her face passes over, I pucker my lips, and she pauses long enough to peck them.
She disrobes, letting the silky fabric slide down her body as she slowly lowers her ass to the counter. Her robe folds onto the bar, framing the view of her offering.
Then she straddles the plate of sweet morsels, hangs her legs over the edge, picks up a chocolate covered cherry and pushes it into her cleavage, then pinches a chocolate dipped strawberry between her fingers and holds it out for me.
“Show me how you will eat me.”
I stare at the offering.
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Then I look into her eyes, place my hands on her legs, slide them up and over her hips, slip my fingers into the crack of her ass, and as I stand, I lift her teasing little booty off the counter.
“Oh, my!”
Her shock at my strength is satisfying.
“Fuck the show and tell, babygirl. I’m all about action. Where’s the bed?”
She points across the room to a closed door, wrapping her legs around my waist and settling comfortably into my embrace. As I carry her off, she pops the strawberry dipped in chocolate into her mouth, and says, "One for me.” Then she places the chocolate covered cherry on my lips and shoves it inside. The hard shell bursts against my teeth and the goo in the middle leaks all over my mouth, but the cherry holds firm until I bite it to enjoy the delicious combination of ingredients. “And one for you.”
Hmm … hint taken.
