My bones started sounding so as soon as I stretched my body. Because we had sex in the morning, I'm experiencing physical discomfort. I've never had somebody tell me that sex in the morning is painful. Although I should have taken a day off from all we had done since yesterday, it felt like I had been battered by three different people. If my body is always in ache like this, it would be best if I didn't take his double or triple offer in the first place. I'd rather take the day off and relax than spend it doing the things he prefers.
We walked down to the kitchen, but there was no sign of a maid around. They were here just last night, and now they have vanished without a trace. I moved my eyes about, but I couldn't actually see a maid anywhere in the living room. I was quite concerned that someone would be listening in on my grunts earlier, but now that we are on our way down, no one is here. I followed him to the kitchen since he was so eager to start eating.
The whole time he was preparing the food, I sat in front of the table and did nothing except wait, like a queen, for him to serve me. It seems that there were no helpers last night, since there is still no prepared food available now. It's a good thing he knows how to cook, despite the fact that he's a guy, because I don't know how to feed him as I don't know how to prepare food. He may as well strike me in the face with the pan.
After finishing his cooking, he had already arranged the meal in front of me and gave me the pancake and sausage, which I did not quite like. I was still hoping for something a little more appetizing to eat. I'm rescinding my previous praise to him. He doesn't know how to prepare a meal! I ate the sausage with a vengeance, and he raised an eyebrow at how I was eating the sausage. He was clearly irritated by the way I chewed it, so I piled on even more rage with each subsequent mouthful. He made me exhausted last night and this morning, and this is all he had to offer me in compensation.
I feigned a laugh and slowed down my munching when he didn't look away from me. It's possible he'll lose interest in food due to my actions. He has nothing to fear since I would not subject him to such humiliation. His fresh dick, on either hand, is much more desirable. I'm not sure whether I'm going to salivate or chuckle as I think about it. I don't know why I'm tempted to be naughty even though we just had sex. I removed the shirt I'd been wearing, which I'd borrowed from him just a moment ago. In his gaze, he saw the movement of my boobs and its bounce.
“It’s hot.”
Even when the cold reaches my flesh, I keep up the pretense. Despite the fact that it wasn't really hot, I pretended to fan myself. I barely glanced at him to check whether he was still gazing at me, but it didn't seem like I had done anything to make him desire me in any way. He wasn't even tempted to put his hand on my chest. I pout, and as I peek at him, my eyes are drawn to the nutella next to him. I'm not sure whether I'm provoking him too much, but I really want to tease him. I'm interested in seeing whether I can truly give him a boner.
"Could you kindly hand me the nutella?" My voice was playful as I asked his attention, but no matter what I tried, I was unable to recapture his focus.
I bit my lower lip since I was certain that my strategy would be successful with him. He gave it to me without saying anything and without turning away from his phone, which was on the table. I grabbed a spoon and spread the chocolate all over my body, hoping he wouldn't notice. I probed into the area where my nipple was placed, and when I was certain that my whole body had chocolate ---I dropped the spoon, causing it to ring across the kitchen. He raised his eyes to mine, and I could detect a glint of surprise in his gaze.
“Oops. My apologies; I didn't intend to drop the spoon and pour the chocolate all over my body." Despite the fact that my acting was mediocre, I managed to make myself seem miserable. Because of the prominence of his adams apple, his jaw contracted, and his swallows became more noticeable as the seconds progressed. He also strengthened his grasp on the fork and knife, making it impossible for my lips to prevent the loss of a smirk from forming.
"I'll go get the spoon," I said as I slid the chair back to allow me to fall beneath the table. Because I could see his boxer briefs already up, I was on the verge of tearing my lip out from the tightness of my bite. I crawled over to him and gently rubbed the backs of both his legs. I saw him flinching in response to what I did, and his body became taut and rigid. I touched his swelled crotch, despite the fact that it was still hidden within his boxer.
"I believe there is a vengeful cobra beneath the table," I say. "Do you want me to catch it?" I questioned before licking his boxer and even harder erect dick.