There now isn’t a chance I’m disappearing inside my head. Not when it’s as if my cock has been struck by lightning. Rather, my entire focus is on the decadent treat in front of me.
My hands rest gently on Skye’s shoulders as I drop my head, first licking one breast clean, and then the other. “I think I missed a bit.” I smile as I return to give the left nipple further attention. “Oh, and there’s some more over there.” Her right nipple is soon squeaky clean, and as hard as any cherry pip.
Damn if there was ever a better way to enjoy those cherry pies of hers. And yet she’s nowhere near as naked as I’d like her to be. I’m undoing the button on her denim skirt when she slaps my hands away.
“Oh, no you don’t. I want my slice of pie, too.”
A second later my t-shirt has gone and I’ve had a handful of cherry pie filling spread all over my chest.
Once Skye gets started, it’s not there for long.
After that, there’s no holding either of us back, with both of us eating our fill.
