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“Mommy needs you to tongue-fuck her after this,” I coo, stroking his thick shaft. “I need you to eat my cunny until I come all over that pretty face of yours.”
“Okay,” he breathes. I grin as I take him as deep as I can again, violently gagging at the invasion. “Whatever ye want.”
“Mommy,” I say, using my other hand to cup his freshly smoothed nut sac. His breath hitches as my grip tightens. “Say it.”
“Mommy,” he groans, his head falling back. “Christ.”
I double down on my efforts, stroking, twisting, choking, drooling on that glorious yogurt canon. I’m a crazed woman—an addict. I’m more than desperate for his delicious man gravy.
I yearn for it.
It’s my lifeblood.
But he’s taking too long to give it to me, and with each passing second, he’s becoming more and more ghostly.
With an irritated growl, I slide off his flesh impaler and glare up at him. He doesn’t seem to notice or care that I’m disgruntled. He’s too lost in the bliss of having my hot mouth around his climax popsicle.
Getting to my feet, I point at him. “Turn around and spread your asscheeks.” Robotically, he does as he’s told.
Moving to the fridge, I crouch and look through my vegetable drawer. I have to have something in here that’ll stimulate that little puckered hole of his.
Ah, a carrot. Perfect.
I grab the bottle of olive oil from the counter before making my way to him again. His fingertips are white from gripping his meaty cheeks so tightly, his little bootyhole quivering with anticipation.
Pouring the oil over his crack, I watch it slide down his body, glazing his hole and balls. I give the carrot a handy with the oil, slicking it up for good measure before pressing the thick end against his entrance.
His body stiffens, but I rest my oily hand on his back. “You’re okay,” I soothe. “You loved when Mommy played with your chocolate channel. You’ll love it now, too. Just relax and breathe for me.”
He takes a deep breath as I work the carrot inside his bowels. I fuck him slow and deep with it, watching the orange veggie slide in and out of him at an agonizingly erotic pace.
“It’s so much,” he grunts, his flesh overflowing between his thick fingers. “It’s so big.”
“You love it, don’t you, snookums?”
His only response is a long, low grunt. I move my arm faster, fucking him harder. With a loud cry, his hands fly to the counter to brace himself. I stop holding back, slamming into him with the thick carrot.
“Tell me how much you love Mommy’s carrot stick fucking your tight little dookie hole,” I demand. His body trembles, but I don’t slow down.
He screams louder, his voice echoing off the walls. That won’t do. My neighbors might hear him and think someone is getting murdered.
Leaving the carrot in his Hershey highway, I grab a banana from the fruit bowl beside him. Peeling it, I rip it in half, order him to open his mouth, and stuff it inside.
“Leave that there,” I tell him. “And stay quiet.”
I spin him around and drop back to my knees. Reaching around, I grip the end of the carrot and go back to fucking his poop chute. Once his breathing is ragged and he’s teetering on the edge, I turn him around.
The mashed banana dribbles from the corners of his mouth as he watches me engulf his pork sword down my throat again. His body trembles, and I know it’s so close. His God rod is nice and thick, the veins pumping and cum bubbling in his sac.
Give it to me, I mentally demand. And it’s like he can hear me because his head falls back and he lets out a roar. His splooge shoots out, painting my mouth and throat white. Distantly, there’s a thud, and when I glance that direction, I see the carrot stick has flown clear across the room from the force of his ejaculation.
I don’t swallow yet, instead rolling the nectar of the Gods around in my mouth, savoring it. He stares down at me, his bare chest heaving. He crooks his finger, and I hesitate before getting to my feet.
With uncharacteristic dominance, he grips my hair, tilts my head back, puckers his lips, and pushes the mushy banana from the tiny hole. It drips into my mouth, mixing with his spunk.
It’s banana man milk. My new favorite treat.
I swish it around in my mouth, the fruit/cum mixture turning into the best kind of smoothie before I swallow it. It fills my belly, satiating me in a way I’ve never felt before.
His color begins coming back, but not enough. He’s still fading.
Fuck.
