We (well I) was asleep after sex, and when I woke up you were gone. I left our bed, naked, to hunt for my mate. I heard the sound of someone singing in a very low voice. When I rounded the corner there was my prey. You were singing a wiggling your butt, bent over in the fridge. I watched your hips sway for a few seconds, my dick growing inch by inch. I stalked towards you silently, a tiger in la selva. You were pulling out ingredients to make a sandwich.
"I know Daddy is crazy about his peanut butter and jelly, but we're having meat today," you said, totally unaware that the huntress had become the hunted. I aligned the head of my big black cock with that pretty white pussy that was poking out, begging to be stuffed. Right before I made contact, you froze and tensed up, knowing that you'd been caught.
"So, you want some meat huh?" I said in a seductive voice.
You tried to stand up straight but I stopped you.
"Don't move baby. Stay right there."
"What do you have in mind? Mr. Tucker," she says seductively while wiggling a little underneath his touch enticing him.
"You know what I want," he says before plunging himself deep within her causing her to arch her back in response.
