“You did the cooking, so I’ll do the feeding.” The fork sank into the cake, fresh steam rising from the chocolaty crumbs. “You’re going to have to blow, I think.”
“Funny, I was going to ask you to do something like that.” He pursed his lips and blew a cool stream across the cake, making the steam dance between them, before obediently opening his mouth.
Her p***y clenched at the sight of his tongue trailing along the fork, of his lips pursing to make sure he didn’t miss a single crumb. Cream stuck to his upper lip, and she leaned in to lick it away, giggling when he tried to chase her for a kiss.
“If it tastes as good as it looks, I’ve got no problem showing you how much I appreciate it. I could probably be talked into all kinds of appreciation, even.”
“Here.” He took the fork from her
