A night of naughty fun and play. White hot coils of desire spiral through her setting her on fire "Have any strawberries?" He inquires nibbling her earlobe, massaging her shoulders. She nods as he disappeares into the kithen. She hears the clanging in the fridge and wickedly smiles licking her lips.
"I don't see any!" He calls out, she appears in the doorway a basket full of strawberres in her hand. Her strawberry hair cascading off her shoulders and down her back. "How about whipcream? I have a craving!" She suppresses a girlish giggle and forces her throat to low sensuous tones.
"I have strawberries AND cream, my love." He turns slowly to gaze upon the object of his testosterone-ridden affection. She is clad in a satiny, transparent gown, fiery bikini panties and a lace bra visible. "Let us satiate that craving, shall we?" She whispers running her hands down his chest to the object of her interest. She watches as he grows not even touching him...yet.
His mouth drops open and she pops a stawberry in it. "No dooling." She whispers, placing her lips against his, sucking noisily on the other half of the strawberry. "Tonight, were going to have fun. MY WAY." She winks, undoing his pants, sliding them own his legs. He reaches his hand out to touch her and she pulls away grabbing his hand. She pulls him up the stairs, as he willingly follows.