He was making pancake batter at my kitchen counter, while I sat at the table with coffee. My cock stiffened as I studied his ass. I could spread his cheeks and eat him while he worked, or suck his cock and let breakfast wait.
I decided on the latter.
I walked over and pressed myself to him. He turned, smiled, and kissed me. I went for his cock and stroked it, enjoying the feeling of it hardening in my hand.
I got on my knees, put him in my mouth, and pressed my fingers to his asshole. I took him as far as I could, the feeling of him going down my throat had pre cum dripping out of me.
He pulled my hair, holding me still as he spread his legs wider, and thrusted in and out of my mouth. He was deliberate, watching his length disappear inside of me and slide out again.
I stroked myself, excited at being taken and controlled by him. He took his cock and rubbed the tip along my bottom lip.
“You want my cum in your mouth?” he asked and I nodded.
He pushed himself inside again and I sucked hard, rubbing my tongue against his shaft, pushing a finger inside his ass. He leaned against the counter, hips jutting out so I would take him deeper.
With a sharp exhale, his cock tightened, and he filled me with his salty liquid, triggering my own orgasm.
I came as I swallowed and he looked on, watching the puddle form on the floor, breakfast forgotten…