by Celia Crown
Her cheeks flush and glare at me with so much cuteness that I couldn’t resist a dip down to seal our lips together in the middle of our walk.
Evie has been the reason for my massive ego; a sassy girl who speaks her mind in front of everyone while a worshipper of my cock in privacy.
She loves the weighty length on her tongue, a day doesn’t go by without her sucking and milking my cock for cum with enthusiasm. When she wakes up earlier than me, her throat had already swallowed me by the time I wake up. The afternoon is her playtime when she’s bored, her favorite past time is to play with my stiffness while watching a movie on my days off. Nighttime leaves me at her mercy to bait the hyped-up beast out to fuck her senseless.
Split her cunt open and watch the creamy cum drip viscously from her gaping hole. The next day, she’s tight as a virgin all over again.
Perky tits bounce, tight ass sway when she skips towards the island counter with a half-eaten celery stick and a jar of jelly.
Pregnancy cravings are whacky.
“I picked up on some of your odd tastes over the week.” I push a glass of water to her.
The water rushes down her throat and I’m reminded of that tight muscle swallowing my cock, I shift the hardening bulge to ease the heaviness confined in my workout pants.
“What if I was trying new flavors of food, I like to test my limits.”
I lean on the counter, watching her baby canines snap the crispy green into a smaller piece.
“No one in their right mind would eat peaches with crushed chips.” I remind her of the day I caught her with big doe-eyes eating peaches coated in chip dust.
“It was cool ranch,” she mutters lowly, getting called out for her bizarre preference makes her shy.
I smirk, “Doesn’t excuse the strange flavor combination.”
“Don’t knock it until you try it.” she grins cheerfully at me, those freckled cheeks round in giddiness.
“I’ll pass.” I hook my fingers under her chin and shakes her face playfully.
“Do you want to try this?” celery slathered with a heaping amount of jelly comes near my mouth and I seal my lips.
Big green eyes stare expectantly at me, “No?”
I shake my head, that distinctive celery smell and the sweet jam is pungent in the most disgusting way. I circle her wrist and holds her still while pushing it back to her lips, she bites into it and wiggles merrily without qualm to my tormented palate that waters involuntarily to counteract the dryness.
She shrugs her shoulders, “More for me.”
Her eyes widen, and she pulls the celery stick out, “Hey, when are you going to give back my student ID?”
“It’s mine,” I answer.
Till this day, I still have her card in my possession. I told her about it and she had no problem with me holding onto it until she needed it since she had committed the series of her ID number in her head.
“If someone asks you for identification and you show them mine, they’re going to have a hard time believing you became a carrot-head.”
I scoff, “This way, you can’t run away from me.”
Her face changes to a wide grin, “I can walk out the door right now.”
“You can,” confidence laces my words as I jerk her head up, I stretch my body across the counter and kiss her plush lips.
“But you won’t.”
She giggles, “You have captured my heart, take responsibility for it. It’s only fair that I’m going to have to chase after yours.”
“You already have mine.”
Finale
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