The Chef likes to satisfy Mario's Hunger
So Mario had been away on business for weeks, it seemed like years. I knew he was missing me and he was staying in Hotel rooms with coworkers so he couldn't even masturbate to pictures of my tits and pussy.
His texts were getting more and more heated and desperate. I had had a three-way in the meantime but honestly it wasn't thrilling because I am completely obsessed with his fingers, his mouth, his soft tongue and his huge hot Italian sausage. I was frigging myself every day to try to relieve the ache of not having him. FINALLY, he came home...
He came in the door with flowers and a wide grin splitting his sensual bearded gorgeous face. He was so excited to see me that as soon as he kissed me his manhood speared through his pleated pants like a warrior. He moaned low in his throat and I took him in the bedroom where my Den of Iniquity awaits...grins...
I slowly removed his clothes...exclaiming over his deeply tanned skin and I couldn't stop touching his body with sinewy muscles gracing his long frame. I whispered, "I want you to relax and let me do all the work, this is for you baby!" He laid back on the bed with a smile of pure adoration and bliss.
I climbed on top of him and began to give him a massage with my whole body...rubbing my huge knockers all over his chest, and pinching his nipples, while giving them a light bite. I kissed and licked my way down to his straining cock with prominent veins throbbing with blood for me. Mmmmmm...
I knelt on the bed and began to lightly feather kisses all along his shaft while gently stroking and pulling at his nut sac. He was breathing heavily and tangling his hands in my long blonde hair. I took the head of his dick in the mouth and began to suck on it gently...so gently...and swirl my tongue around the opening of his urethra.