“Fuck, yes, you are starving, aren't you?” I’m at her place, sitting at this huge fucking dining table, her parents right there serving up chicken and rice like it’s a typical family dinner. She’s (F21) looking like the sweetest thing—cute little blouse, mini skirt so short it’s basically a treat, ponytail swinging like she’s all innocent. But fuck, she’s got her hand wrapped around my dick under the tablecloth before I even take a bite.She’s stroking me hard, fingers slick with spit she snuck down there, jerking me off while her mom’s asking about my day. The table’s massive, cloth hiding her dirty fucking work, but I’m sweating, trying not to moan. Her grip’s tight, sliding slow then fast, thumb rubbing the tip where I’m dripping like a faucet. “Is everything to your liking?” she smile sweetly and ask, pretending to grab a napkin. "Yes, your mom prepares the BEST FOOD" she giggled knowing I'm not referring to the chicken but the meal beside me. Her parents are clueless, planning and laughing about some vacation plan, while she’s milking my cock like she wants me to lose it.Her eyes are all soft and sweet, but there’s this nasty fucking glint, like she’s getting off on fucking with me. I’m gripping my fork, heart pounding, her nails scraping my shaft just enough to make me twitch. It’s so damn wrong—but so fucking loving it. In my mind, I already carried her to this table and fucking her so wild that her moans echo to the neighborhood. But damn I need to stay calm while she's driving me crazy with each stroke.Her dad’s two feet away, cutting his chicken, and she’s pumping my dick under the table. I can’t hold it; I cum like a fucking geyser, splashing her hand, some hitting her thigh under that tiny skirt. I bite my lip to keep quiet, body shaking as she keeps stroking, slow and mean, till I’m drained.Her parents clear the plates, saying we can chill with dessert. They head to the kitchen—dishes clinking, water running—and she stays put, pulling her hand out. Her fingers are coated in my cum, and she licks them, slow and filthy, like it’s a goddamn ice cream cone. “Fuck, your cum tastes good,” she murmurs, sucking each finger clean, eyes locked on mine. My cock’s already stirring again, watching her tongue swirl like that.“I guess it is someone's turn now.” she smirks, voice low and hungry, yanking her skirt up. No panties, her pussy’s soaked, glistening like she’s been wet all night. I dive under, tablecloth hiding me, pulse racing. Her parents are in the kitchen, laughing about some dumb show. I spread her thighs, tongue diving straight for her clit, sucking hard. She tastes like pure fucking sin, wet and tangy, and I’m eating her pussy like I’m starved.“Fuck, yes, you are starving, aren't you?” she hisses, so quiet it’s barely a breath, her hands pulling my hair, shoving my face deeper. I’m lapping her up, tongue circling her clit, then plunging inside, her juices dripping down my chin. I slide three fingers in, pumping fast, which surprises her, pussy so tight it’s choking me. She’s trying to play it cool, spoon clinking on her pie plate, but her legs are shaking, hips grinding into my mouth. I’m too fucking good—sucking her clit hard, fingers slamming deep—and she moans, a loud, slutty sound that echoes.“Honey, is everything alright?” her mom yells from the kitchen, voice all worried. My heart fucking stops but I eat her deeper. She's locking her legs around my head, trapping my face in her pussy. “Yeah! I’m just loving this dessert, mom,” she says, voice sweet but shaky, like she’s trying to pull a normal voice. Her mom pauses, then asks, “Oh good, where is he?” I freeze, tongue on her clit, thinking we’re fucked. “Oh, bathroom break,” she lies, smooth as hell, but her legs tighten, she wants MORE. That shit—almost getting caught—makes it so much fucking hotter.Her hips fuck my face, breathing all fast and desperate. “Don’t fucking stop,” she begs, voice breaking. I’m relentless, teeth grazing her clit, fingers pounding her cunt till she’s dripping down my arm. She cums like a fucking tsunami, pussy pulsing, soaking my face, legs crushing me as she shoves a napkin in her mouth to choke a scream. I keep eating, licking her clean, making her twitch till she’s fucking wrecked.I crawl out, face dripping with her pussy juice, cock hard as hell again. She’s slumped in her chair, cheeks pink, eyes all hazy, still got that sweet little smile. “You’re fucking trouble,” I whisper, grinning. She leans in, voice all dirty, “So, how about a quick ride?” while giving a dirty face. "Hey mom, we're just gonna grab some ice cream for movie later. Want anything else?" smooth as hell, like she didn’t just squirt all over my face while they washed dishes. I’m already dying for more. This is going to be a long drive.



“Fuck, yes, you are starving, aren't you?” 

I’m at her place, sitting at this huge fucking dining table, her parents right there serving up chicken and rice like it’s a typical family dinner. She’s (F21) looking like the sweetest thing—cute little blouse, mini skirt so short it’s basically a treat, ponytail swinging like she’s all innocent. But fuck, she’s got her hand wrapped around my dick under the tablecloth before I even take a bite.

She’s stroking me hard, fingers slick with spit she snuck down there, jerking me off while her mom’s asking about my day. The table’s massive, cloth hiding her dirty fucking work, but I’m sweating, trying not to moan. Her grip’s tight, sliding slow then fast, thumb rubbing the tip where I’m dripping like a faucet. 

“Is everything to your liking?” she smile sweetly and ask, pretending to grab a napkin. "Yes, your mom prepares the BEST FOOD" she giggled knowing I'm not referring to the chicken but the meal beside me. Her parents are clueless, planning and laughing about some vacation plan, while she’s milking my cock like she wants me to lose it.

Her eyes are all soft and sweet, but there’s this nasty fucking glint, like she’s getting off on fucking with me. I’m gripping my fork, heart pounding, her nails scraping my shaft just enough to make me twitch. It’s so damn wrong—but so fucking loving it. In my mind, I already carried her to this table and fucking her so wild that her moans echo to the neighborhood. But damn I need to stay calm while she's driving me crazy with each stroke.

Her dad’s two feet away, cutting his chicken, and she’s pumping my dick under the table. I can’t hold it; I cum like a fucking geyser, splashing her hand, some hitting her thigh under that tiny skirt. I bite my lip to keep quiet, body shaking as she keeps stroking, slow and mean, till I’m drained.

Her parents clear the plates, saying we can chill with dessert. They head to the kitchen—dishes clinking, water running—and she stays put, pulling her hand out. Her fingers are coated in my cum, and she licks them, slow and filthy, like it’s a goddamn ice cream cone. “Fuck, your cum tastes good,” she murmurs, sucking each finger clean, eyes locked on mine. My cock’s already stirring again, watching her tongue swirl like that.

“I guess it is someone's turn now.” she smirks, voice low and hungry, yanking her skirt up. No panties, her pussy’s soaked, glistening like she’s been wet all night. I dive under, tablecloth hiding me, pulse racing. Her parents are in the kitchen, laughing about some dumb show. I spread her thighs, tongue diving straight for her clit, sucking hard. She tastes like pure fucking sin, wet and tangy, and I’m eating her pussy like I’m starved.

“Fuck, yes, you are starving, aren't you?” she hisses, so quiet it’s barely a breath, her hands pulling my hair, shoving my face deeper. I’m lapping her up, tongue circling her clit, then plunging inside, her juices dripping down my chin. I slide three fingers in, pumping fast, which surprises her, pussy so tight it’s choking me. She’s trying to play it cool, spoon clinking on her pie plate, but her legs are shaking, hips grinding into my mouth. I’m too fucking good—sucking her clit hard, fingers slamming deep—and she moans, a loud, slutty sound that echoes.

“Honey, is everything alright?” her mom yells from the kitchen, voice all worried. My heart fucking stops but I eat her deeper. She's locking her legs around my head, trapping my face in her pussy. “Yeah! I’m just loving this dessert, mom,” she says, voice sweet but shaky, like she’s trying to pull a normal voice. Her mom pauses, then asks, “Oh good, where is he?” I freeze, tongue on her clit, thinking we’re fucked. “Oh, bathroom break,” she lies, smooth as hell, but her legs tighten, she wants MORE.  That shit—almost getting caught—makes it so much fucking hotter.

Her hips fuck my face, breathing all fast and desperate. “Don’t fucking stop,” she begs, voice breaking. I’m relentless, teeth grazing her clit, fingers pounding her cunt till she’s dripping down my arm. She cums like a fucking tsunami, pussy pulsing, soaking my face, legs crushing me as she shoves a napkin in her mouth to choke a scream. I keep eating, licking her clean, making her twitch till she’s fucking wrecked.

I crawl out, face dripping with her pussy juice, cock hard as hell again. She’s slumped in her chair, cheeks pink, eyes all hazy, still got that sweet little smile. “You’re fucking trouble,” I whisper, grinning. She leans in, voice all dirty, “So, how about a quick ride?” while giving a dirty face. 

"Hey mom, we're just gonna grab some ice cream for movie later. Want anything else?" smooth as hell, like she didn’t just squirt all over my face while they washed dishes. I’m already dying for more. This is going to be a long drive.

I’m at her place, huge dining table, her parents serving chicken. She’s sweet as fuck—blouse, mini skirt barely covering her pussy, ponytail. But she’s got my dick in her hand under the tablecloth, stroking hard, fingers wet with spit. Table’s massive, hiding her filthy work. Her parents yammer, clueless, while she jerks me, nails on my balls. I cum like a fucking hose, soaking her hand, some hitting her thigh. I bite my lip, shaking as she milks me dry.

They clear plates, head to the kitchen—dishes clanging. She licks her cum-soaked fingers like ice cream, slow and nasty. “Fuck, your cum’s good,” she purrs, eyes burning. “Under the table,” she orders, skirt up, no panties, pussy dripping. I dive under, tongue on her clit, sucking hard. She tastes like pure fuck. 

She moans, too loud. “Honey, is everything alright?” her mom calls. She pulls my chair closer, legs locking my head. “Yeah! Just loving this dessert, mom,” she says, quivering. “Where is he?” “Bathroom break,” she lies, legs tightening. The scare makes me feral—nearly biting her clit, fingers pounding her cunt. She cums hard, pussy pulsing, soaking my face, napkin muffling her scream.

I crawl out, face wet, dick hard. She’s flushed, smiling sweet. “You’re fucking trouble,” I whisper. 

And the night didn't end there.

I ate her out while her parents were in the kitchen

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