I want to eat breakfast with you, sharing fruit and toast and coffee.
You are wearing a satin gown and those gorgeous Vivienne Westwood black knickers your bought for me that day after going to the coffee shop.
After gazing at the glimpse of nipple from your loose gown, I swig my fruit juice, and walk around the breakfast bar to kiss you.
I drop the gown off your shoulders, and it falls to the floor, revealing your silky white flesh.
I kiss your shoulders and lips, licking and sucking your nipples.
Then I take you under the shoulders and lift you up onto the breakfast bar; I pull your pants away and the dark sheer material slips down to reveal your beautiful creamy mound of hair.
You spread your legs with anticipation and I eagerly push my mouth onto your pink lips, running my tongue up to your clitoris, flicking it gently before thrusting deep between your labia into your hot wet cunt.
You lean back on one arm, and pull my head deeper between your legs with the other, wrapping them around behind my neck, forcing my face and tongue further into you, groaning with ecstasy as I lick and flick your most sensitive pink parts, sending shudders through your body as I kneel and pleasure you.
Finally you ripple and convulse, your muscles in spasm, and you come hard, soaking my face as I lap up your sweet juices.
That’s one way to get Hollandaise sauce on your eggs Benedict
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