>>60504748You can't even begin to comprehend how much I want to eat out Minta. I want her to come back from work, sweaty and tired from a hot and busy day, and just sitting on my face while she streams. I want her stuffy, day long sweaty underwear tickling my nose with holy minty fragance. She will open a stream about Limbus Company and will grind for 5 hours, both in game and on my face.
Each time she gets a win I will lick hard, making sure she gets properly rewarded for her good gaming. I will mumble passages from The Wings on her clit, the mental and sexual stimulation driving her to orgasmic bliss.
Once she finishes streaming, we'll huddle under the Mao painting on the house near the heated lamp, and I'll rub her breasts until milk comes out, half of which I'll drink, the other I'll collect for baking purposes. I will finger her as she shitposts on her personal xitter, laughing at the guy that draws lines on famous couples. Once she has came at least 10 times in 10 minutes, we'll have sweet loving sex as the Final Fantasy x League of Legends remix soundtrack plays. I'll make sure she cums another 10 times before cumming myself, no condoms, as I shall breed her to mindmelting orgasms and happy family.
Once we are done, we shall go to the kitchen and I shall bake some sponge cake with her. The mixture will be a bit too thick even with the milk I collected, so I will milk her straight into the bowl, accidentally 'milking' an orgasm out of her again, which I will clean out of her thighs with my tongue. We'll leave the cake baking as a subtle minty smell comes from the oven, putting me in overdrive. I'll take Minta back to the bedroom and I'll eat her out again for at least 30 orgasms; she'll be hypersensitive now, to the point of a single lick giving her mindnumbing pleasure. She'll beg in between gasps, halfway to stop, halfway to keep going, her mind and body in conflict as she desperately wants even more, but is too sensitive to handle it. She'll squirt so hard it'll look like St.Patrick's day with the green beer, with all the fluid she'll be spewing.
She'll be dehydrated by this point, so I'll rush to the kitchen to prepare her some isotonic drink laced with aphrodisiacs and turn off the oven. We'll both chug the drink, feel the unnatural heat flowing to our loins and copulate like mad monkeys until all lights go out and the only sounds in the entire street are her manic moans of mindbroken satisfaction as I hump her into the mirror, her nipples getting hard at the touch of the cold surface. She'll get embarrased but turned on seeing ourselves breed through the mirror, deeply fascinated by the intensity of my passion and desire for her. After one last rush, we'll both cum as hard as we can and faint.
The rays of the morning sun will tickle my eyes and I will wake up, satisfied, but willing, and I shall rush to the kitchen to prepare a hearty breakfast to start her day. A sizeable sandwich with bacon, lettuce, cheese and some meat broth for flavour, all with a tall mug of freshly squeezed Orange Juice, which will both strengthen her immune system so she can keep doing her best, and increase her already slightly high libido. She'll wake up right before I finish making breakfast and give me a big sloppy kiss as she goes to the bathroom. Once she comes out, face washed of lust and grime, she'll sit on the chair, timid and blushing, remembering our maddened state yesterday. I'll give her a knowing look as she knows this shall happen again tonight, and hand her the sandwich, juice and cake slice.
She'll eat it with gusto and give me a heartfelt smile, as she remembers the times she only drank meat broth and had terrible health. I'll lovingly watch her eat her breakfast, nomming at the sandwich and being surprised at the taste, she'll notice the meat broth soaking on the middle layer of the sandwich. Eventually she'll finish the sandwich and rush for the cake slice, enjoying each minty-flavoured bite, all the while blushing as she ponders if it counts as selfcest or cannibalism to consume your own milk. Once she is done she'll down the entire beer mug of orange juice in one go and shudder as she was not ready for the sourness, to which we chuckle.
I'll help her get dressed as she gets ready for a new day at work, she'll kiss me again and tell me how happy she is to have me, which I reciprocate. I'll stop us from going mad with passion again, since she'd be late for work; I'll hand her an antiacid in case the drink makes her feel bad while at work, give her a big sloppy kiss back and send her on her way.
