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Burnt Birthday Cakes

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“What’re you doing, little love?” Charlie questioned as he strode into the kitchen. You scrambled to stand in front of the oven, blocking its tempered window from his view.

“Shoo!” you shouted. “I told you not to come in here!”

“I just needed some water,” he smirked.

“There are so many sinks all over this house!”

He gave you a coy smile as he sauntered over to sink and poured himself a glass of water.

“You’re worse than a six-year-old, you little weasel,” you huffed as you turned to face the soiled countertop once more, giving your eyes an exaggerated roll.

Charlie crossed the room once more, grabbing your ass playfully before sidling up behind you

You whirled around, almost slamming into him. He was still standing directly in front of you, grinning slyly.

You sidestepped in irritation to try and get around him, but he stepped closer to you, meeting your middle with his sweatpants-clad crotch, which was home to a prominent bulge.

“I see what you needed,” you said curtly as you examined his erection.

“Come on,” he pleaded, gripping your forearm and leading you out of the kitchen. “It won’t take long, I promise. Then you can get back to tending the oven.”

“You have about four minutes,” you warned. “Otherwise you’ll be eating a burnt birthday cake.” Giving a lengthy sigh of resignation, you followed him to the bedroom, wasting no time throwing off your shirt and pants. As always, Charlie got the honor of removing your panties and bra.

Foreplay was unnecessary for such an occasion. Charlie was hard enough that the smallest thing would bring him to his climax, though that didn’t stop him from being absolutely desperate for you. It was no secret that he got to be a whimpering mess when he reached that level of horniness; no one but you could quench his burning desire.

No sooner had you undressed and laid down than Charlie flopped onto the mattress beside you. His hardened dick slapped back against his stomach as he removed his boxers, waiting obediently for your heat to envelop him. When he was this needy, his patience tended to wane quickly. His lips latched onto your jaw as his tongue began to lap at it, sucking gently on the sensitive skin. His fingernails dug into your back in an attempt to steady himself as he repositioned his body to lie atop yours.

It wasn’t long until his pulsing dick was buried deep inside of you, and being drawn out and pushed back in. His weight on top of you was stifling. His hips crashed against yours as he continued to push his cock in and out of you.

You gasped in surprise as he turned his hips to drive himself into your g-spot until it was hard. Your name tumbled out of his mouth like whitecaps on a waterfall, growing whinier by the second until, in a flurry of weakness, he came.

Catching your breath seemed like an unattainable goal after experiencing such a crippling orgasm that fast, but you rose to your feet in horror upon remembering the cake. You had put itin the oven to brown a bit more, but you were certain that it was more than golden-brown now, and a trip to the oven with Charlie on your tail did nothing but prove your worries.

You threw on an oven mit and pulled the pan from the oven, only to be met with the odor of burning. In your haste to get Charlie off, you had allowed his birthday cake to burn to a crisp.

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” you stuttered as you fanned at the hot air above his ruined cake.

“It’s okay,” he said and a cheeky smile spread over his face as he glanced down at your naked ass. “I still have two perfect little cakes to eat.”

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