Home Cooked Meal

Getting home a tad late; After her long day,

Work and traffic; Horrible to say the least,

The scent of a feast; When she walks through the door,

Him with just an apron on; Welcoming her home,

Can't help but smile; At the dinner gesture,

More intrigued by; What the night will bring,

He says to her; "Dinners ready to be served",

With a smurk blushing; She replies "Me Too!",

Walks him to the living room; Takes off his apron;

Pushes him on the couch; Starts licking him slow,

Feeling him grow; Back in her tonsils,

He's clinching to her hair; Admiring her work,

Taking all of her stress; To energy it turns,

How she's stroking him vigorously; Sucking that dick,

The softness of her lips; Warmth of her tongue,

Feeling her spit run; Down to his balls,

He's grinding with intensity; Fucking her mouth,

Periodically she's only stopping; So she can catch her breath,

Slurping so loud; Doing some moaning too,

His head in the clouds; Looking for things to hold to,

Jumping as it's becoming; Unbearable to handle,

What he had planned; Falling apart in this moment,

With two hands gripping; Staring up into his eyes,

Can tell that he's ready; Their approaching that time,

As he's now tensing up; In the back of her throat,

She's prepared for this; So she doesn't chokes braces,

Now letting go; Her name he loudly screeches,

Swallowing every drop; Enjoying the taste,

She's going Mmmmm; He's so yummy and delicious,

Stops to lick her lips; Trembling as she cums to,

Whispers to him; "That was an amazing appetizer",

"Shes going to wash up"; "Hope the main course is just as good"...