Hina Garder's blue eyes glanced up at him when his fingers became tangled in her hair, pulling her closer to him as she bobbed her head up and down on his cock. Hina smirked wickedly at the boy in the chair. He would lean over the table every now and then to take a small bite but it was becoming increasing difficult for him to eat in this situation. Hina could hear the sound of his fork hitting his plate as he ate. She enjoyed the sound of his gasps, grunts, and stifled moans as she devoured every inch of him.
The front of Takeshi's pants were unbuttoned and unzipped. His shirt was unbuttoned and hung open, exposing his smooth and muscular skin as he sat at his kitchen table. Hina held her blond hair from her face as she assaulted his hard flesh. Hina swirled her tongue around the head of his member when she didn't hear his fork.
Whenever he didn't eat she would tease him, not letting him enjoy the feeling of her hot lips and mouth. He tensed before she heard his fork again and felt self satisfactory when he did what she wanted. He was so cute. He was trembling slightly, and he'd cry out when she ran her tongue along the slit of his cock.
"I-Its good," Hina pulled him from her mouth with a smirk. She continued to pump him with her free hand as she peered up at him from her spot between his legs. His eyes met hers with a pleading look.
"What's good?" she said from under the table, "The cake, or this?" Hina pumped him faster when she finished her sentence. She enjoyed the way he jerked when she did that.
"The ca-You." He whispered his answer and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She loved this. Hina took him back into her mouth and resumed her assault. Hina wasn't surprised when his hips began to move in tandem with your head it meant he was dangerously close. His hand pressed her roughly down on him, her nose coming very close to touching the dark curls at the base of his member.
"Hina I, I'm…" With his breathless warning Hina pulled away and stroked him until he came. She watched his muscles tense and his cock twitch under the table in her hand. Hina giggled when she watched him spill his seed on to the floor.
Panting, Takeshi leaned against the chair, eyes glassy as he stared up at the ceiling, and a sheen of sweat glossed over his skin. He reached out a trembling hand toward her, a satiated smile formed on his lips. Hina crawled from under the table and smiled. Hina fixed her hair and clothes before she washed her hands and began to make a new cake.
"Hina we've done this three times already," Hina hummed to herself as she mixed in the ingredients from her recipes. A sweet smile formed on her lips as she turned to him.
"Your cakes are delicious," he said huskily, "You don't need to-"
"Until I have made a cake that makes you forget about any other sense of pleasure on your body I won't give up," she licked her lips, "so be prepared."