Melinda’s message, Jack eats roots and leaves, had me cooking Ottolenghi’s vegan one-pan orecchiette puttanesca.
Eating and enjoying, Jack asked, “Meat?”
“Sure!” I whipped my knickers off.
“Dessert instead,” he said, smirking.
Bending me over the chaise longue, he wrapped fingers in my hair. Snapping my head back, he thrust his thick meat into my wet, welcoming quim, and fucked me hard, stretching my squelching pussy. Grunting, he filled my twat with cum.
Surprisingly, he then walked out the door, leaving me well short of my orgasm.
My bad, for I hadn’t noticed Melinda’s comma. Jack eats, roots and leaves.
