Train station affair - - Sex Stories

Train station affair -

... you are such a lovely tease. Just look at what you've done.&#034 Holding a spatula in one hand his other he grabs her hand and presses it against his crotch as his member gives a throb of growth along her hand. Smirking he releases her hand not knowing if she will leave it there. He uses the spatula to check how far the first side has cooked. She giggles and gives his growing member a squeeze. &#034How well can you concentrate?&#034 A smirk forms on her lips as she sinks to her knees in between him and the counter where he is cooking. Glancing up him her voice a little seductive, &#034do you think you can handle cooking and me pleasuring you at the same time? Because I don't think you can.&#034 She starts laughing again. &#034Reeaaallyyyy, I bet I can.&#034 As he looks down into her eyes twinkling up at him. He turns his upper body slightly and checks on the toasts cooking seeing they are done he flips them over to cook the other side. Taking his agonizingly long drawn out words as encouragement and a test she drags her tongue up the length of his shaft. Not taking her eyes off him for a second she slips the head of his cock into her mouth; sucking softly as he continues to cook. Her tongue swirls around him as she removes him from her mouth; kissing softly up his member. Her tongue slides across his lower stomach releasing his hardening member. He concentrates on his cooking, really it was just waiting enjoying her tongue doing it wondrous actions on him, and when it ...

... licks across his stomach, its wet warmness send a slight shiver up him. Looking down he sees she's really enjoying herself, teasing him to distract him from cooking. Looking back he checks and finds the first four done, spatulas them onto a plate. Then grabs the butter and rebutters the griddle, it's sizzling can be heard, then four more slices of bread, dipped and put on to cook. She frowns clearly understanding she was defeated... She rises to her feet and kisses his cheek, &#034Ok, ok you win.....this time.&#034 Peering at the cooked French toast she snags a piece and takes a bite out of it. Using her free hand she sc****s her nails down his back. &#034Yum...it tastes so good, but I know something that tastes better.&#034 &#034Reeallly? I win, hmmm, how 'bout we make it a more challenging for me?” he says, mischievously looking her in the eyes. He grabs her hand that's holding the toast, pulls it down, pours some syrup on it, and lowers it more. Growling as he takes her food she looks at him questioningly as he pours sticky maple syrup in her hand. Slightly disgusted by the sticky liquid dripping down her arm. Dropping to her knees she smears the syrup on him; her hand squeezing and sliding up and down his shaft. Dying for a taste she lets her tongue explores the tip of his hardened member, the warmth of her tongue sliding down the length of him... this was a sweet and unique experience. The syrup was cold on his member, but it quickly warmed, her tongue licking causes it to ...