I'm making scrambled eggs and toasted bread for breakfast this morning.
I left Tarak sleeping a few minutes ago in his massive bed.
I'm standing over the counter when Tarak grabs me from behind and pecks the back of my head. He sways playfully behind me. It's been three months of being together and I still can't get enough of him. I want more of him each passing day.
"I like it when you make breakfast for me, love," he says. "But I'd rather have you for breakfast."
I turn back and kiss him lightly on the lips. "Look at you being a naughty boy!"
He s****s me and I gasp.
"Now that's what we call naughty!"
"You dirty boy! I want your dirty hands all over me but first, eat something before getting into all that action."
He spins me around and grabs me tighter, planting a passionate
