I feel as if I’m drowning, and only Daniel’s lips are able to save me. All of me clings to him, and almost of its own volition, my body presses into his, seeking out his nakedness.

When or where I’ve had this significant change in personality, I don’t know.

What I do know is a few weeks ago, before Daniel fucked me, I was nothing like this.

If I believed in fairytales, I’d say some witch has cast a spell over me and turned me into a sex-crazed being.

I guess I should be happy about this development, being turned into a sex addict. I mean, it could be worse; she could have turned me into a frog, a donkey, or―horror of horrors―a fly. Witches usually do that sort of stuff. They turn you into something ugly, tiny, or useless.

Just think about being turned into a fly. There’s nothing more annoying, other than maybe a mosquito, than a fly which seems to have no purpose on earth whatsoever.

Flies just buzz around aimlessly and land on humans for no other reason than to be a pain in the ass.

What the fuck am I thinking? There’s no witch, no fairytale. Let’s face it, if there is a fairytale, Daniel would have talked to me about the arrangement by now, the one where he wants me to have his baby.

“I know what we should do,” murmurs Daniel in my ear, and I’m dragged out of my navel gazing. I smile at him.

“And that would be?” I take a sip of my wine.

“Melt the chocolate.” He kisses me on the tip of my nose and heads for the kitchen.

I’m not exactly sure what he’s doing, so I follow.

His shadow falls across the floor, and I can see his massive member sticking straight up in the air.

It didn’t take him long to get hard again. Briefly, I wonder if he’s brought a spare condom, but then push the thought aside.

Daniel randomly opens cupboards and drawers until he finds what he’s looking for.

Instead of offering to help, I stand behind him and use my hands to explore his body. I push against his strong abs and let my fingers crawl lower. Since the tip of his dick is pointing in the direction of my traveling hands, it doesn’t take long for me to touch him.

I encircle the tip of his cock with my fingers before I wrap my hand around him.

He quivers at my touch. Gently, I squeeze him before I take my hand away altogether to watch in fascination as his cock tries to follow my fingers.

It occurs to me how powerful a woman’s touch can be. I can make his cock dance to the tunes of my fingers.

I can’t stand it anymore, my insides are burning with desire, so I slide down onto my knees and around his front.

Now, his delicious cock is at eye level. I lick my lips, and I watch in enthrallment as his love rod bends toward my mouth.

I poke my tongue out and lick its tip. He tastes salty, manly, and full of sexual power. My pussy contracts and demands that I let him enter me again. But right now, I want to suck every last drop of cum from him.

“Roooseee,” Daniel moans and stops what he’s doing. “I—” But further words are cut off when my mouth cups his tip and sucks on it.

As if I’ve got a candy in my mouth, I lick and suck and lick again. Each time, he swells a little more in me.

I watch his hands grab the kitchen counter for support. It’s a bit cramped, and I pull off of him.

“Why don’t you…” I start, but Daniel’s already half turned away from me, so his back is now against the cupboard, and I can comfortably move to be in front of him.

My hands rub his abdomen and then find his balls, as my mouth continues to tease.

He’s bucking against my face, trying hard to push all the way into me, but I’ve got my ways to make the most of this.

Briefly, I pull off of him altogether and grin.

“Fucking little slut, you can’t just tease me like that,” he growls and tries to force my mouth open.

“Getting a little impatient, are we?” I laugh and blow him a little kiss on the tip again.

I watch as goosebumps form on his leg and tummy. I repeat this action, and his dick bounces up and down in search for the source of pleasure.

My eyes glisten with excitement. I never knew I had so much power in my mouth.

Slowly, I run my tongue along his shaft all the way to the base. Here, I circle him before coming back up on a different spot. His cock’s vibrating like crazy. I hold onto it with one hand and then repeat the action.

After a few minutes of licking him all over, I finally open my mouth and take all of him in. I don’t know if he’s ten inches or twelve. All I know is he’s huge and goes nearly all the way down my throat.

For a moment, I wonder if I might gag, but it doesn’t take long at all for me to adjust. A little tilt of my head back and, bingo, he’s all the way in, and I can start bobbing up and down on him.

I start slow and gentle. My hands are now attending to his balls. Like an expert juggler, I roll them around and squeeze them before releasing them. When my mouth hits the base, I let my tongue dart out and lick him there.

It doesn’t take long for Daniel to feel as if he’s going to come sooner rather than later, I’m certain.

I slow right down. In fact, I let him pop out of me with a loud smack.

“Fucking little slut, what are you doing to me?”

Instead of a reply, I nip the tip of his dick and then lick it. I want to see how far I can take things.

“Little fucking slut,” he groans but pushes toward me. Clearly, he wants more. And lucky for him, I can deliver.

Another nip, another lick, another suck. I repeat this a few times. By now my own pussy is so fucking ready, I think I may just have an orgasm from pleasuring him. My nipples are rock hard and dying for some attention.

Finally, I leave my lips wrapped around him and suck as hard as I can. I increase my rhythm and speed and feel his cock throb and grow and thicken impossibly larger.

And then his whole body stiffens, and I know he’s going to come. But instead of coming in my mouth, he pulls out of me and pushes my head back. I’m too surprised to resist.

Seconds later, his cock erupts fountain-like, and he sprays cum all over me. It lands on my face, my eyes, my neck, my chest, and even my belly.

I open my mouth a little and catch some of it as he sprays his juices all over me. Some of it lands on my eyelashes, and I look at him through a haze of cream-colored cum.

When he’s finally finished, he leans forward and wipes my eyes with his fingers. Then he holds it in front of my face. I lick it clean.

“Now.” He reaches behind him, and I see him take a bowl from the bench. With it in hand, he bends down in front of me.

Mesmerized, I watch him dip his finger in and come out with melted chocolate. He smears it over me, on my nipples, and down my chest―and a tiny blob goes onto my pussy.

“Fuck,” I moan and lean back against the door of the cupboard.

Then I feel his tongue dart across me start cleaning me.

My body feels as if it’s standing in flames. Wherever he roams, he leaves a trail of burning desire. I fear this might be too much for me.

There’s a growing throbbing in my pussy, and I feel like jumping up and pushing myself down on his dick.

I know he’s ready again. I can tell from the way it’s springing back to life.

Daniel has removed all the chocolate from my tits, nipples, and belly. He’s moving to my pussy.

His tongue darts over my clit and moves from side to side. I’m sure the chocolate is long gone, but he continues his assault.

I throw my head back and my hips upwards. His hands pushes against me. And then he’s gone.

Emptiness grabs me and threatens to choke me.

What the…?

I stare at the spot where seconds ago he’d been kneeling. Did I miss something?

As my mind starts processing what has happened, he’s back.

Realization dawns.

With one quick movement, he’s pulled me off the floor and pushed against the wall. His cock is in me before I can come to terms with the cocktail of emotions.

With hard, fast thrusts, he pummels into me, and I can feel my orgasm build already. His hands are on my tits and mine are on his ass.

I push myself against him as he fucks me standing in my own kitchen.

The world starts to spin, and my body fills with molten chocolate. Each of my pores is filled with ecstasy as he pummels his way toward another orgasm.

When I come, I come so hard I fear I might pass out. I start seeing stars, and my fingernails dig into his fleshy but firm ass.

He’s not far behind me and erupts in his own orgasm.

When we’ve both finished riding our wave of pleasure, we collapse on a heap on the floor of the kitchen.

“If we’re not careful, we’ll be thrown out with the trash.” I chuckle and return his kiss.