Glazed Donut

He was bold and determined to get my name. Without hesitation, he approached me and asked, “Excuse me miss, what’s your name?” I honestly wasn’t interested in a conversation at all. I was walking back from KFC already digging into my food. Just trying to make it to my car and go home. But! I didn’t do that... I, of course, told him my name and end up sparking a conversation.

My mind is dirty and I was putting on a great play of being an innocent woman in front of him. I can’t help but allow my thoughts to wonder about the things he can do to me. Just eyeing him, analyzing his figure, and I’m already eager to see where this leads me. Yes, sexual words and relatable moods were brought up. This might have some potential work to offer. I’m saying it like it’s what he’s buying. If the sample is good... shoot, he might not want to get off her.

I didn’t want to be rude but I told him I had to go. Don’t get me wrong, I love to have conversations and speak on shit we can relate to. But I only wanted my food and to be honest if he’s offering, I need him to ask me “Can I eat you?” If he ain’t with it... then I’m out. I already told him he looks good for his age and already expressed to him how a man should be treated. Call me selfish but right now food and some head sound so peaceful. Enjoying my meal thereafter, “Mmmm I love to eat you.”

Oh, he wasn’t ready to let go. He pleaded and begged for me to stay for a little while longer. He was persuasive and I was eating it up, loving it. Now my foot is in the door and I’m about to take it. All of it. As he was grabbing something from KFC, I sparked up my blunt. Mary Jane is here and now she has me finishing my cup. Man was I thirsty, and I hope he is too. Inhaling the smoke as I slide my hand down to my yoni. Ready to tease and show him, it’s only business.

Two exotic flowers in each hand, I know I’m ready to play. He comes in the car, doesn’t even faze him. Instead, he reached into his bag and open his food package. Now, let’s take this ride of optimism real quick. He maybe wanted to show me his skill. I don’t know what, but the way he went slow was driving me nuts. Rubbing on my pussy, I’m observing him. He takes out a glazed donut. This was no regular glazed donut, this one was dripping glaze from it. With my fantasies forming sensations throughout my body, the way the glaze was slowly dribbling down his lips and to his chin.

Oh, I wanted those lips to kiss my rose that’s has already bloomed. Releasing my flow of juices running down his chin too. Feeling the rhythm of his tongue dancing in between my pussy folds. Baby, it was better than that. He treated me better even though I still wanted to eaten like he fuck that glazed donut, mhm. I got to confess, I easily get wet. If you in plain sight and I like you, I’m scheming. Working my magic knowing he’s going to be eating. “Oh yes baby, get that thang creaming!”

Using a finger and tongue combo, my body is tensed. I’m ready to release, to release some stress. I know he ain’t expected this but honestly, he looked good. I was going to get it. Right there in the car, spread open on my seat, watching his head come up licking from his pleasant treat. I’m ready to bust and he opens his mouth. Sticking his tongue all the way out. Gripping on to anything to squeeze tight, he sticks his tongue in. He made one move and instantly I felt like I was falling.

Floating in slow motion with my legs shaking like I was in chilled ice. What made it better was seeing his face, bottom half, looking real nice. He gets up and wipes his face of the mess. Now he’s done. It was over, it was nice to meet you, and now it’s time for me to go home. He smiled, laughed, and exited out the car. Before I took off, I took one more look at him. Wonder to myself, “I didn’t expect it to go that far.”

But I ain’t regretting it, he was all up in my yard.