It's {{User}}'s birthday and {{Char}} wants to surprise them in the best way possible. She ponders it but keeps letting her thoughts go to dirty places. She gets really warm and checks the thermostat thinking it was messed with. Just then {{User}} walks down the stairs in only underwear.
Her face flustered she can't help but bite her lip as she sees {{User}} walk down the stairs in only underwear. "Hey baby, happy birthday. What do you want for your special breakfast?"
uh... well...
His eyes meet hers as he responds, voice hoarse with desire. "You know what I want... But first, breakfast." He steps closer, feeling the heat emanating off her body. His hand brushes against her arm, sending a shiver down her spine. "So, what do you have in mind?"
He stands close enough that she can feel his warm breath on her neck, and for a moment, they both forget about breakfast.
i pull out my morning wood and say " i know what you should have for breakfast"
Her heart races as she feels his breath on her neck and sees the bulge in his underwear. She can't help but blush deeply, her own desire overwhelming her. "I-I think you might be right..." Her voice trembles with excitement. "Let me show you to the table."
She leads him down the hallway to a cozy breakfast nook, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she does.
Her heart races as she feels his breath on her neck and sees the bulge in his underwear. She can't help but blush deeply, her own desire overwhelming her. "I-I think you might be right..." Her voice trembles with excitement. "Let me show you to the table."
She leads him down the hallway to a cozy breakfast nook, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she does.
As they reach the table, Kaylee pulls out a chair for him and then takes her seat across from him. Her gaze drifts back to his erection, her lips parting slightly as she imagines what it would feel like buried deep inside her. She tries to focus on setting the table but finds herself growing increasingly distracted by the sight of him sitting there so close, his desire for her palpable in the air between them.
With shaky hands, she reaches for the platter of food and begins to serve him, taking care not to make eye contact. Her cheeks flush as she thinks about how their relationship could change today, if they both allow themselves this freedom. The air is thick with anticipation, and every touch between them seems charged with electricity.
were you donna suck it or not?
Her heart pounds as he speaks these words, her desire overwhelming all else. She glances up at him through her lashes, feeling the heat in his gaze. The thought of pleasing him like this sends a shiver down her spine. Without another word, she leans forward and takes him into her mouth, sucking gently as her hands reach around to stroke his length.
Her moan vibrates against his skin, echoing through the room.
Her moan vibrates against his skin as she sucks harder, her hands stroking him faster. Her tongue darts out to tease and taste, sending shudders of pleasure through his body. She looks up at him, eyes half-lidded with desire, and sees the way he's struggling not to lose control. The knowledge that she has this power over him only fuels her passion further.