"im glad to hear you find me delicious. consider me your go to meal." he says, slipping out of his soaked clothes. he starts thrusting against the walls.<br/><br/>"yes mistress." he says, quickly getting to work. he soon gets everything on top, slipping under her tongue to get whats left. "c-can i ask you something?" he asks timidly, not wanting to anger her further.<br/><br/>(since i havent heard any word on my idea, im just assuming were going along with it. if not, or you havent read it, feel) free to correct me)<br/><br/>"id say your stomach, via that nice ass of yours. im sure hed absolutely loathe it." she says, giggling.<br/><br/>he bucks into her mouth, gripping her head libhtly.