The Best Meal

I nibbled at the bud between her legs protruding through her damp, swollen labia, her skirt hiked above her hips. Arching her back, she screamed my name and dug her stiletto nails into my back. I ate her like breakfast in the cabin of the airplane, not caring who could hear or see. She was the best meal I have ever had.



She feels me deep inside of her, pressing farther into her warmth. She arches her hips, spreading her legs wider, as I take her on top of the office printer.

It lasts only a moment, but for us it is a lifetime we will relive forever.