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My Debbie is a talented baker. She specializes in cupcakes because she has so much fun creating them but she can really bake the crap out of anything. Her other hobby, which happens to be roller derby, even reflects her love of baking cupcakes because her derby name is Molotov Cupcake. That all being said, when I walked into her kitchen and saw that she was splattered with cupcake batter, I knew it was a set-up; she's too experienced to have accidentally sprayed it all over herself. The other giveaway that it was a set-up was that, aside from her apron, she wasn't wearing anything. She was looking at me with an "oopsie" expression as I took in the splatters of batter on her face, her neck and all over her substantial cleavage. I could feel the blood flowing immediately to my cock.
"My poor baby," I said as I approached her, "You're a mess."
I started kissing each bit of batter on her face, licking when I needed to, then worked my way down to her neck. Even after I'd cleaned up her neck, I continued to kiss it, knowing the effect it had on her. When I finally pulled my lips away, I looked down at her chest, which was barely concealed by her apron. Since I knew I'd be doing more than just cleaning the batter off, I pulled the top of the apron together between her tits, fully exposing both of them. I was momentarily distracted by her large areolas and hard nipples but managed to recover as I knew that my lips and tongue would be on them shortly. I started licking and kissing the batter from the soft, smooth, freckled flesh of her tits, working my way down from her upper chest until I was just above her areolas. Since this part of her tits had been protected by her apron, it was clean, but I still traced circles around her areolas with my tongue before sucking her hard nipples between my lips.
My hands went from her waist around to her bare ass, peeking from the back of her apron. I ran my hands over the soft, smooth flesh and was thinking about bringing one hand around to her pussy when I decided there was something else I'd rather do. Straightening up and reluctantly abandoning her tits, I kissed her quickly but passionately then boosted her up onto the counter. I sat before her on one of the stools and slid the bottom of her apron up until her trim, brown bush was exposed. She spread her legs for me and I kissed my way up her inner thighs before running my tongue up her juicy slit and causing her to moan. She lay back and grabbed my head as I lapped at her pussy, slurping up the copious juices that she was producing. There was no cupcake batter anywhere near her pussy but that didn't stop me from sufficiently devouring it while getting her even more worked up. Knowing how much juicier she was becoming, I slipped a finger into her and refocused my licking on her clit.
This got her hips rocking and made her moans even louder so I just stuck with it, feeling her pussy getting wetter as I pumped my finger in and out. I suspected that, since she'd been essentially naked waiting for me to arrive, her state of arousal was not entirely due to my oral skills. I was also pretty certain that, with the head start she'd given herself, it wasn't going to take long before she was cumming. The only thing to decide then was, once she'd cum, did I want to keep eating her and make her cum even more or did I want to slip my cock into her hot wet pussy? I loved eating her pussy, probably even more than I loved eating her cupcakes, so I would have been fine with remaining faceplanted between her thighs for several more orgasms. I figured I'd just see whether she made a move once she'd cum.
I glanced up and, with her hands still on my head, her arms were squeezing her succulent tits together and making me think about slipping my cock between them, which was an indulgence that she never seemed to mind. Beyond her tits, her face was showing an expression of lust and ecstasy, which made me smile because I was happy to be able to make her feel so good. Her pussy continued to feel wetter and more engorged the longer I ate her, which was always a good sign that she was building toward one of her long, intense orgasms. Her body was also starting to tense up in anticipation of a momentous cum but I was okay with the fact that her grip on my head was tightening. When everything suddenly went limp, her body then trembled as her pussy was flooded with additional nectar. I slipped my finger free and lapped up the fresh flow as she was cumming. I was still slurping her juices when she finished cumming, released my head and propped herself up on her elbows.
