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Burnt Dinner Hot Delivery

I realize the moment the smoke curled from the oven like an angry ghost and the fire alarm began blaring, that my romantic evening plans of food and sex were doomed. The food appeared to still be on fire and the kitchen looked like a war zone. It smelled even worse. Ten minutes later, my husband was grabbing his keys and headed to Applebee’s. My plans for food and sex now up in smoke. Literally.

Nearly an hour had gone by when I found myself in my pajamas standing alone in the kitchen, staring into the fridge as if something edible might magically appear. Feeling hungry, horny and disenchanted, I decided to order a pizza.

Extra Cheese And Something Unexpected

Twenty five minutes later, the doorbell rang. The delivery guy appeared to be about my age, with a solid athletic build. Toned arms, a strong chest and visible abs beneath a fitted t shirt. I quickly became overheated with lust the moment he said hello. My evening desires for food and sex were reinvigorated as I found myself asking him to come in and join me for dinner.

Grabbing plates from the kitchen, I met him on the couch. Pizza box between us, laughing over terrible cooking stories, the conversation quickly steered towards food and sex.   By the second slice, our knees were touching. Fixating on my braless titties while I picked cheese from the remaining slices, he kissed me.   Feeling the increasing moisture building deep within my pussy walls, I moved the greasy box to the coffee table and moved in closer for another kiss. Tasting like tomato sauce and filthy intensions, my desires for food and sex were halfway fulfilled.

A Taste For Lust – Food And Sex

Another kiss quickly deepened into something heavier. His hands tangling in my hair, making their way down my neck and groping my ample titties. Tugging me on to his lap. Without hesitation, I enjoyed letting him take the lead. Our evening of food and sex was progressing so naturally and feeling so good. I couldn`t stop myself,  I pulled my top off and his hands squeezed my titties before his mouth and tongue met my nipples.

Straddling him, my hips grinding into his erection as we made out passionately. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I ground my clit into him harder, enjoying the feeling of the stiffness I was inspiring. Standing up long enough to slip my shorts off and get his pants down. My pussy, soaking wet now, easily slid over his throbbing hard cock. The scents of food and sex permeating the air as our lust filled sounds echoed through the living room. Within moments, my pussy began convulsing and I was shaking from the inside out as my orgasm ripped through my body. His cock erupted filling me with his hot creamy goo.

Although I continued ordering pizzas in the months that followed, I never saw him again. We didn’t share our information that night, just memories of the best food and sex.

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