Staying in for Friday dinner
You have a busy day at work and are tired.
"Your dinner is ready, Sir." I grin and show you all that I cooked. It looks nice, smells yum, and is a relief after a long day.
I'm admiring my cooking while you walk to stand inches away from me and lift me onto the table.
You sweep my hair back and remove a tomato piece from my forehead. You're really tall even though I'm sitting on the table and you're bent.
You kiss my forehead and cheeks, and take my fat (fine, it's not fat but it's not thin either) bottom lip into your mouth. You bite it a little and kiss it just as you like.
"Thank you for the dinner, honey. Shall I taste it now?"
"Yes please, Sir."
You undo my apron and lift my dress's hem to my thighs.
"Lean. I want to feast my eyes."
I lay down on the table, my hem doing little to hide my modesty. You lift it and arrange it neatly on my belly. You push my clitoral hood back and blow on it. I unknowingly clench.
With one hand under my hip and another on my mound, you look into my eyes. "You look delicious."
You push a finger between my lips and I clench again. "Practicing kegels on my finger, love?" I laugh and you spank my hip.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good girl."
You bend and lick my nether lips.
"I'm not stopping till you finish."
It doesn't take me long to.
"Mhmm my dinner was quite tasty."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Come on now, flip. Good girl. Spread your cheeks for me. Nah, spread, love. No, try again. Farther. I want to see that little hole that winks when you think of me. Better. Such a pretty view, honey."
"Thank you, Sir."
You bite my cheek and I let go. You spank it mildly but enough to register it in my mind. I spread properly. You eat me from behind, and when I cum, you have me lick it off my own finger. The embarrassment makes my cheeks red!
Exhausted, I lay on the table and you feed me dinner.
"This is actually delicious. See, staying in on a Friday night wasn't so bad now, was it?"
"No, Sir." :)
