By Dean Frost

The sheets on the bed hang loosely over her well-rounded bum. Her back barely covered looking almost white from the reflection on the fluorescent on the roof. He gazed at her with desire and a deep longing to have her there and then without warm to fill her up with some overly hard and soft skilled meat and watch her wake with a sweet groan like she was in some pornographic dream. 

He remembered the last round was just less than 30mins ago, but it was so damn heavenly she only fell into a deep, peaceful sleep without even covering up. So he bent over her, kissed her on the forehead and wished a lovely siesta and all she could do was let out a large amount of warm air from her nostril and a quiet mumble that he assumed meant goodnight to you too.

It was 3 am in the morning, but he wasn’t sleepy. He decided to do something he hadn’t done in a long time; clean the house. He pulled the blanket over her and a pillow under her neck to support her head shrouded in her pile of hair. Then another peck this time on her rosy pink lips, still swollen from the fellatio, as he felt her soft, tender lips touch his a massive rush of air left her nose as she heaved herself into a better sleeping position.

The door safely locked behind him. He pulled a T-shirt and got down to business. He never took long doing his chores. He rushed through them like there was some gold medal at the end of it all. However, this hold wasn’t in the form of a neck band, but that of a lovely well curved amazingly pretty gracefully and wonderfully made. She was a pot of gold that kept pulling him back in no matter how many times he had clocked a toe twist. While in her he still found his little asking for more and more of that gold. So in his thoughts, he lay beside her cuddling, but in reality, he was doing the dishes.

In a matter of minutes, he was done. He later cleaned the sitting room dusting all the sofa sets. And then he did the unthinkable. He mopped the house inch by inch. Soon he was done. It was almost 5 in the morning, and he knew he had to go to work in a couple of hours
So he went back into the kitchen this time with the aim of making breakfast for “Her Highness” who was on her third dream now probably oblivious to what was going on around her.

He whipped a quick pancake cream and made a bunch of pancakes then made tea put it in a flask then he diced up a couple of tomatoes and onions some little coriander on the side then pan-fried 2 eggs set it on a plate then marinated it with the onions tomatoes and cilantro. Covered it nicely then he went into the bedroom again picked a towel and dashed for a quick hot shower.

Soon he was done he wiped down lotioned his body then still in the towel tightly wrapped around his waist 34 nothing underneath he carried the meal to her she was now turning to look up only to find him standing over her with a full serving of BNB ( breakfast in bed)
They were enjoying the meal when all of a sudden she grabbed him by the neck and whispered in his ears “take me now hard and fast” but Smith being Smith he decided to take his time.

He slowly put the food aside to the floor and uncovered her body and gazed upon it like he had never seen her before. Her thighs rocked on his shoulder and with one massive attack, he dove into that pot of gold like a hungry tiger who hadn’t eaten for days. He dug so deep and reached to touch all her buttons. She helplessly curled her toes and thighs clenched almost choking him.

That was his queue to go easy he slowly released the clit, and she slowly unclenched and released him too. Before she could catch a breather, he was back in and this time, he went in all guns blazing. Crazy I must admit, but hey remember it was a command from high above “hard and fast.” He consistently pounded the feeling taking over their bodies as they grabbed each other.

They tore into each other with nails and teeth ripping skin and leaving marks on his back with her nails that’s when he knew he had hit the right spot but to his dismay was what came next. She suddenly pushed him off then she shouted enough between her dying gasps of energy. Now this was a jackpot he had hit she writhed in joy and spasms as her all white flowed out of the pot of gold.

She clenched on the sheets and whined, turned and groaned but kept flowing steadily like she wasn’t going to stop. He decided to lend a lip so he went down on her one more time this time though gentle and only used his tongue to guide all her “LADY” into him. And soon she was done and in one convulsive spasm, that eased her feet on his shoulder grabbed his neck pushed his lips deeper a mixture of scream and gasp of air then she let got and fell back on the bed.
“Thank you,” she said . “what for?” he asked. “For being you,” she answered as she walked into the bathroom for a hot bath😊😊😊😊