I feel more of her, my hands sliding over her legs. Tied so tightly, the ribbons and ropes dig into her squishy flesh a bit. I feel down her inner thighs, god so smooth and soft. The skin such a pure fair tone. Then further in, the skin gets a shade darker, a sexy private spot never exposed like this. Her pussy mound covered in the perfect amount of trimmed pubes, hair that frames down around her lips and hole, giving her such a natural, womanly look. My cock twitches and I hear Ella’s cute voice squeak in surprise as it jabs the roof of her little mouth.
I feel across Grace’s pubes, so soft and sensual. I look at her pussy, such a nice pink, lips flowering out nicely, the skin of her folds a bit raw and red from all the fun we’ve had tonight. As I caress around her mound, stretching and playing with her squishy flesh, her lips part with a slight sticky sound. I notice a slight wet sheen inside her hole. She’s getting aroused, against her will.
I look lower, below her pussy. Her thick asscheeks are squished down against the table. Between them peeks a small emerald green gem, her butt plug. I poke at it gently, watching her pussy clench a bit in response, her toes wiggle.
In front of me are a couple dishes. A slice of chocolate peppermint cheesecake, with candy canes on the side. And a small bowl of warm caramel liquid, meant to drizzle on top of the cake. I grab around Grace’s thighs and pull her entire body closer, sliding her on the table, flesh squeaking against the surface. Perfectly in reach now, along with these delicious desserts.
I quickly unwrap the candy canes. Three of them. I put the end of one up to Grace’s pussy, rubbing it around her folds slowly. The stickiness catches on skin, so I put it in my mouth to get it slick. Then I press it to her opening and push in without warning. She groans in shock, her entire body flinching, but it slides in easily, a soft sticky sound as it goes. I push in and out slowly, grabbing the back of Ella’s head beneath the table as I go. I caress her silky hair, gently controlling her mouth on my cock. Soft slurping sounds as she’s forced a little faster.
I push the candy cane all the way in, letting the end hook out and poke into her flesh a bit. I take another candy cane and wiggle it in dry, watching Grace’s body squirm in discomfort as it catches roughly on skin before finally getting slick from her pussy juices and sliding in. The third candy cane, I flip around the other way. I caress her teasingly with the hook end, rubbing it up and down through her folds, the hard candy kind of sharp and painful on her sensitive pussy. With the long end running down across her pubic mound, hooking down over her clit, I take the hook end and drive into her hole. Scraping against the other two candy canes, it slides in roughly at first. It fish hooks into her, and as I lift up the long end away from her pubes, she squirms and trembles as the hook stabs up into her insides a bit.
I leave them inside her to melt a bit, and I pick up the bowl of caramel drizzle. I lift it to one of her feet, grabbing the wiggling foot and holding it steady. I force her toes down and dip them straight in. Her little toes, her painted white toenails, now coated and dripping the warm runny caramel. I bring my mouth to it, engulfing her toes as they wiggle, Grace so uncomfortable with this. I suck and swirl my tongue, tasting the delicious sweetness. Her feet are perfectly clean, but it still feels so dirty and wrong. Round little toes squirming in my mouth, I lick between them, flicking and lapping my tongue. She scrapes the roof of my mouth with her toenail, so I bite roughly in response. She groans but keeps trying to kick her stupid feet. So I reach down and grab the candy cane hooked up into her pussy, lifting hard. She screams into the little red plum stuffed in her mouth. She gets the idea and goes still, my dick pulsating in Ella’s little mouth under the table.
I take the bowl of caramel and drizzle some of it out slowly on the top of Grace’s foot, mouth still sucking on toes. I watch it trickle and drip down the sides. I let go and lick at the top of her foot. Then I put my face underneath, laying her entire foot on my nose and mouth, inhaling her soapy scent. And I lick the length of her sole, some of the caramel dripping down around the side of her foot and into my open mouth. God it’s so sweet and nasty at the same time.
I swish a bit of caramel and spit, lean back and look down. I grunt to get Ella’s attention. She looks up at me and stops sucking. Her cute little eyes confused. I let the spit drizzle down to my cock, pouring it all over the wet shaft and tip. “Taste it baby, it’s sweet.” I force her mouth back on. She resists a bit but gives in. Then I tell her, “That’s caramel and spit and mommy’s nasty foot, do you like it?” She gags loudly, trying to pull back. I hold the back of her head and laugh. She gags again but pulls herself together and starts to give up the struggle. “Good girl. Clean daddy’s cock.”
Back to Grace’s pussy, I notice the candy canes are a bit wet, her juices mixing slightly with the melting sugar, making a bit of pink stickiness in her cunt. “You really can’t help but get wet can you, babe? Is this turning you on?” I flick the canes with my finger, clacking them together teasingly. She whimpers and shakes her head. She no doubt has hated every second of this horrific night, but her body betrays her, reacting to the forced stimulation she so rarely feels in their vanilla sex life.
I pull the candy canes out and suck on one of them. The unmistakable slight sourness of her pussy juice, but vastly overwhelmed by the sweetness of the candy. “Ella, here.” She knows the drill by this point, little hazel eyes looking up at me sadly, she slides off my cock and tilts up, waiting. I stick a candy cane down into her ring gagged mouth and swirl around. She knows she has to lick and taste. “That’s mommy’s pussy juice. Good isn’t it?” She sobs and shuts her eyes tight, just enduring it. Setting the candies aside, I plunge Ella back onto me. Her little hands and mouth getting back to work obediently. “Good girl.”
I return to Grace’s pussy, leaning down and shoving my face into her crotch. I spread her lips apart with both hands, admiring the pink sticky wetness around her hole. I put my mouth on it and explore. Licking and tasting, tongue gliding through sticky folds, sweet candy mixed with a bit of sourness. I drive my tongue in as deep as I can, fully enveloped by her tight hole trying to resist my entry. All around my tongue, soft bumpy flesh, wet and so sweet. I breath in deep, my nose buries in her short pubes, folds, and clit. Her scent is incredible. Freshly bathed fruity soaps, but with a hint of her feminine musk. Ella gulps crudely as my cock bounces and twitches in her mouth.
I could live right here forever. Christmas music playing softly, shadows and lights dancing off the walls from the crackling fireplace. Sitting comfortably in an expensive cushy dining chair, tongue fucking a mother’s candy coated pussy hole, breathing her fresh crotch while she’s tied to her own kitchen table, her little daughter choking down my cock under the table.
I lean back, panting. Her cunt gapes slightly open for a few seconds, glistening, a slight trickle of spit and juice drips down her taint and settles on her butt plug. I reach for the last dessert plate, chocolate peppermint cheesecake. Straight out of a modern cookbook, it just couldn’t look any better. Mostly a creamy white color, with some swirls of chocolate brown and peppermint pink, and white whipped cream on top. I take a bite, god fucking damn it tastes like Christmas. Spices and shit in it too, wow. What a good wife.
I take a spoonful, pull Grace’s pussy lips apart with my free hand, and guide it forward. Her hole clenches when it feels the cold spoon, but I just slowly massage her and push it gently forward. Some of the cake globs up on the outside of her pussy, and I rest my face onto her mound and lick down at her folds, still sliding the spoon, an inch from my face. I hear Grace sobbing as she finally realizes what I’m doing. I keep going, watching the spoon force its way in, shoving a spoonful of her cheesecake into her vagina, while I sniff and lick around her folds.
With the spoon inside her, I wiggle it around forcefully, twisting it, pumping in and out slightly. She sobs and groans in discomfort. Which just clenches her pussy tight onto the food like I want. My cock keeps pulsing in her daughter’s mouth. If the girl could close her lips and suck better, I’d be cumming. I grind front to back slightly in my seat. Soft slurping sounds from Ella’s mouth under the table.
I slide the spoon out, most of the spoonful clenched by her pussy and remaining inside her. Then I grab another and do the same again. This time faster, harder. Watching her tremble, her feet arched and straining out to the sides of my head. I’m making quite a mess around her crotch, but I happily lap at it, tasting the delicious cake, licking her folds, making a mess, some dripping down her crack and plopping down on the table. I get an erotic hint of sour pussy juice flavor every once in a while as I lick and suck.
Four full spoonfuls inside her, I then just grab the whole plate and dump the remainder on her crotch, smushing the creamy half-slice of cake into her pussy. I set the plate down and enjoy the sight of cheesecake, swirled with peppermint and chocolate, coating and completely covering Grace’s pussy. Some of it getting into her pubes, nasty but so fucking erotic. I push and pull the flesh on either side of her pussy, watching the lips and mound move, the shape of everything still visible underneath the white cream, like some sort of messy camel-toe.
I dive in face first, licking up mouthfuls of the delicious treat, revealing slick, slimy flesh beneath. Her pussy is left half-coated in creamy cheesecake, half-revealed pink skin. Wet, slimy, and dripping.
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