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I can’t help it.I throw my head back and laugh. Jenny is serious about her business, so I assumed the name would be discreet and professional, like Intimate Essence or something. But this woman is a constant source of surprises, and I love it. I love her. It’s too soon, I know that, but there’s not a doubt in my mind that she’s my forever.
“I can’t wait to see my mom’s face when I tell her,” I say as I wipe the moisture from my eyes.
“Why would you tell your mom anything about me?”
“I think I’ve been pretty clear about my intentions, woman.”
She slaps my chest. “Be serious for a minute, please.”
Serious? She doesn’t think I’m serious? I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life than I am about Jenny Talya being the future Mrs. Beavers. And fuck me. A cum kink? Any man who has made her feel anything except desirable knowing she gets off on bathing in spunk should have his man card taken away. Never have sexier words been spoken to me, and I might spontaneously combust if I don’t get the chance to explore this kink with her soon.
Now, if possible.
I loop her hands around my neck before enveloping her in my arms and kissing her until she melts into me. Something that feels a whole lot like adrenaline supercharged with electricity pumps through me and goes straight to my dick. I thrust my tongue into her mouth to get a taste of heaven while her nails scratch up and down my neck, making me want to purr like a kitten.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my dick, and I force myself to pull away before I blow in my pants. “I’m serious as a fucking heart attack, Baby Cakes. I’m not a patient man, but there’s a lot of fun to be had while you catch up to me.”
“What kind of fun?” She licks her kiss-swollen lips, making me think of how sexy they’ll look wrapped around my pole.
Looking around, I deflate a little knowing a kitchen isn’t the place for sexual activity. Jenny shifts, brushing her cunt against my woody. Or is it? Of course we’d clean up after ourselves. We’re not animals.
“Pull your panties down for me,” I order.
“Here?” Her tone suggests outrage, but she’s grinning as she reaches under her dress and wiggles them down over her hips and to her thighs.
“Allow me.” I pull the basic cotton panties down the rest of the way. On their own, they’re not sexy in the least, but knowing they’ve been cradling Jenny’s goodies all day has me pocketing them for later. “Scoot to the edge and lie back.”
“This is so naughty.”
“Tell me about your jizz.” I walk over to the pot, give it a stir, then fill a measuring cup.
She lifts onto her elbows. “I make a few variations. Unflavored water-based jizz can be used as lube, but the sweet mint, strawberry, and vanilla are just to play with and are edible.”
“Tell me how you play with it.”
Her cheeks and chest turn a beautiful shade of pink. “Sometimes I load it into a dildo and pretend I’m sucking a man off, then I either swallow or spray it all over my bare breasts. Or I fuck myself with the dildo and allow it to fill me up. If I’m feeling lazy, I just use it as lube.”
“Fuck me. Will you let me watch you sometime?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe, huh? What does it depend on?” I dip a finger into the cum and give it a taste. It’s exactly as she described, sweet and minty. The texture is creamy and a little lumpy, a little like watery pudding.
“This whole sexy, confident thing you have going on could be just a facade.”
I smirk and set the cup down. “You think?”
“I don’t know. I’m waiting to find out.”
I flip her skirt up and, with my hands on her knees, spread her legs wide open. “Oh, Baby Cakes. Look at this pretty bare pussy, so nice and pink, glistening with arousal for me.”
“Eaton,” she whines.
“Does your little cunnie need some attention?” Picking up the measuring cup, I drizzle some of the warm jizz down her slit. Her chest heaves, and she gasps at the sensation. “Someday, this will be my love liquor dripping down your petals, but right now, I want to fuck you with my fingers and tongue.”
