We (well I) was asleep after sex, and when I woke up you were gone. I left our bed, naked, to hunt for my mate. I heard the sound of someone singing in a very low voice. When I rounded the corner there was my prey. You were singing a wiggling your butt, bent over in the fridge. I watched your hips sway for a few seconds, my dick growing inch by inch. I stalked towards you silently, a tiger in la selva. You were pulling out ingredients to make a sandwich.
"I know Daddy is crazy about his peanut butter and jelly, but we're having meat today," you said, totally unaware that the huntress had become the hunted. I aligned the head of my big black cock with that pretty white pussy that was poking out, begging to be stuffed. Right before I made contact, you froze and tensed up, knowing that you'd been caught.
"So, you want some meat huh?" I said in a seductive voice.
You tried to stand up straight but I stopped you.
"Don't move baby. Stay right there."
"What do you have in mind? Mr. Tucker," she says seductively while wiggling a little underneath his touch enticing him.
"You know what I want," he says before plunging himself deep within her causing her to arch her back in response.
The feelings they felt were incredible. Never has she ever felt as full as she does with her Mr. Tucker. Her nipples were already hard from the cool air of the refrigerator and they continued to grow harder with each thrust. She never before felt the way he can make her feel. She was made for him and to pleasure him alone. It doesn't take long before they both reach their climax and he releases his seed deep within her.
"I'm ready for a taste of some meat," she says as she straightens letting him slide out of her and turning around and kneeling before him. She licks the length of him tasting their combined fluids. Their flavor together was a great combination of sweet and salty and she just wanted more and more. She stayed there licking and sucking on him until he was cleaned off.
"Delicious," she said in a low voice, "are you hungry?"
Taking a moment to gain his composure he says in a breathy voice, "I'm famished and I want some sweet. And sticky."