Bed & Breakfast

It’s morning, and I am in the kitchen, preparing a breakfast for you. The smell of bacon and eggs fills the air, but I can’t seem to shake off my horniness. As I stir the oatmeal, I fantasize about having you fucking me instead of serving you a breakfast.
I decide to take a risk and strip naked, knowing that if you catch me, I’ll have some explaining to do. But as I stand there, fully exposed, with my hands on my hips, I feel a rush of excitement.

You walk into the kitchen, and your eyes widen in surprise at the sight of me. For a moment, it seems like you forget all about breakfast. Instead, you have me for a breakfast.

As your eyes widen with surprise, my heart races in anticipation of what’s to come. You forget all about breakfast as you take me in, your wild whore standing before you. You step closer, your hardness pressing against my stomach, and I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

You pull me into your arms, and I wrap mine around your neck, pulling you close. Our tongues dance together as our bodies grind against each other. The heat between us intensifies with every passing moment.

Without breaking the kiss, you pick me up and carry me to the kitchen bench. You position me so that my legs are wrapped around your waist, and I feel your cock pressing against my wetness. Your hands roam over my body, exploring every inch of my skin.
You begin to thrust into me slowly at first, but soon pick up pace. Your hips move in a rhythm that matches the beat of our hearts. You grab my hair and pull my head back, exposing my throat for your hungry kisses.

I moan your name as you take me harder and faster. I feel like I’m losing control, but at the same time, I know that this is what I want – to be claimed by you completely.

You reach around and finger me, finding just the right spot to send me over the edge into an explosive orgasm. Your name echoes in my ears as my body shudders with pleasure.

You grab me by the waist and pull me towards you, kissing me passionately as you fuck me hard. I moan and call you daddy, begging you to please fuck me more, fucking me wild like I am your whore. You fuck me from behind, like I am a dog, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. Oh, you fuck me so hard, I can barely stand it.

As we continue to kiss and fuck, I can’t help but wonder how far you will take this. You grab me by the hair and pull my head back, exposing my throat for your kisses and bites.

You continue to fuck me hard, and I feel myself approaching another orgasm. You reach around and finger me, sending me over the edge in a explosion of pleasure.

After we catch our breath, you take me to the living room and spread me out on the couch. You continue to fuck me, but this time it’s slow and tender. I feel your love for me as you make me squirt again and again.

You grab me by the hand and lead me to the bedroom, eager to continue our morning adventure. We climb onto the bed, and you take me in every position possible, fucking me hard and soft, fast and slow.

As we reach another orgasm together, I cry out your name, feeling like nothing can ever compare to this moment with you.
After we finish, we lie in each other’s arms, basking in the afterglow of our wild and crazy morning. You whisper softly in my ear that you love me, and I know that nothing will ever come between us.

As I dress myself and head back to the kitchen to finish preparing breakfast, I can’t help but smile at the thought of what else we might get up to next time. Breakfast may never be the same again, but our relationship sure will be.

From now on, it’s all about you, daddy, and me, your wild and crazy whore.