Curled up in bed with Daisy to watch Loki and eating Spinach Paneer.

One can never have enough paneer. On the downside, it wasn’t spicy enough.

I wasn’t satisfied!

The merest whisper of lips brushing over my thigh invaded my reverie. I tried to ignore shivers of pleasure that ignited within me.

I took another bite of paneer, nearly choking when the velvet rasp of a tongue licked the folds of my pussy, followed by the sharp nip of teeth.

Unexpected surge of pain and then pleasure crashed over me. I couldn’t focus on the show nor the bowl of food before me.

“You are so wet, Mochi” the gravelly voice rumbled from between my thighs, “You are dripping all over my tongue”

Mason’s erotic words, his lips and tongue made it impossible for me to speak. “you don’t like what am I doing?” He purred over my clit.

“No..I mean.Yes” I whimpered. His tongue was toying with my clit. Slowly lapping. “I just didn’t like the spinach paneer.”

Mason’s tongue still. His head lifted and he fixed me with a stare of incredulous disbelief. “I am eating you out, and you are not enjoying it because you didn’t like the paneer?!”

I wanted to sink deeper into the bed, to avoid Mason’s eyes. It was mortifying. “It’s not that,” I stammered, “I think my taste has changed. I l thought it would be spicier..but it wasn’t even..”

Mason chuckled. “Spicy?”

I pouted. “It was too bland”

“Bland” Mason echoed.

My heart tripped. Oh no.

“We must have a problem then.” The silkiness of his voice did things to my insides. Goosebumps rose on my skin.

“Problem? No problem!” I hurried to assure him.

“My little Mochi,” he smirked, he raked his hungry gaze over me. Enjoying the sight of me, beneath him. The way I squirmed, to urge him to continue eating me out. “Look at you! The last thing you wanted was fucking paneer! What you wanted was my,” as he spoke, Mason’s fingers teased the opening of my pussy. I gasped. “Cock.”

A finger slid deep, withdrawing before another joined.

“I love how you tighten around my fingers” he groaned. “I’m going to take my time with you. Don’t worry I will take care of you” He lowered his head to nuzzle my pussy. “I’m going to satisfy your every craving.”

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