Good Morining

the smell of cinnanmon is floating thru the air, you
wonder what could that be. you rise from your bed
and venture into the kitchen...what do you see...

the out line of my shape beneath a tiny apron, you
notice that is all I have on. but your mind is
focused on the food that cooking before you. you
try to reach and grab a slice but to no avail, for i
swat your hand with my spatula. you recoil, but i
gently kiss the spot that i have just stuck and tell
you to sit, it will be ready in a moment.

there is fresh fruit sitting on the table, strawberries,
cherries, slices of peaches, oranges, nectarines and
cantaloupe. i pour you a glass of orange juice,
and bring you a cup of coffee, three sugars a hint
of cream. you smile. you yawn thinking back on
how it was just a few hours ago that we both went to
sleep. reminiscing on the adventures of the night, a
plate of french toast, scrambled eggs with cheese,
turkey bacon, fried potatoes, and warmed syrup.

you smile. i ask is there anything else that you
need, you reply no. i sit, with my own breakfast,
and begin to eat. i watch your face as you taste
the perfection that is the french toast, what is in
this you ask, my only reply it's a secret. as you
finish your meal i watch your face become more and
more excited. i rise, is there anything else that
you wold like i ask, you reply no. i gather the
dishes and place them in the sink to begin to wash
them.

the bowel is full of sudseys water, i stand
with my back to you, all you can see is my round
plump ass. you stand and move in behind me,
cupping each cheek in each respective hand. I turn
my head round and tell you to quite it and let me
finish. you tell me that i am, and slowly begin to
fondle her. i try and ignore you but there is too
much heat generated by your touch. i turn to face
you and throw my arms around your neck. in a minute
we are lying on the table were we just ate, and then i am face
down in a plate of fruit.

you have regained you energy and are ready to go.
my legs are spread and she is waiting. the tied bow of the
apron lay gingerly in the crook of my lower back. you run
your tongue from the nape of my neck till the crack
of my ass...kneading it like they were each a ball of
dough. your tongue continues on it's journey
reaching her lips, hands firmly in place you ravage
her while i moan and move against you. your kissing
her, licking her, sucking her, and she is
responding. i cum, and try to rise you press me
back into the table and continue your meal. then

slowly i feel the pressure of your dick on her.
slowly pressing, asking for entrance, she gives way.
i moan. you stroke her with a purpose, slow and
deep, long and strong. your pace quickens as does my
breathing, you are moving with such force now that
the table is moving under me. stroking, stroking,
stroking, and then i hear you, panting, shaking, you
collapse, lying on back and you kiss me.

good morning you say, thank you for breakfast...