full of love
Sara arrived home exhausted, her stomach growling. She'd bought plenty of food days before, hoping her roommate Emily would have dinner ready. But as soon as she opened the door, she found her, giggling and glued to her cell phone, not a single dish prepared.
"And dinner?" Sara asked sweetly, though her eyes burned.
"I forgot," she replied with a mischievous smile, as if the mischief was intentional.
Sara sighed, went to the kitchen, and came back with eggs, fruit, and cheese. She leaned over her roommate and, in a mischievous tone, said, "If you didn't cook, you'll have to eat my ass."
She didn't give her time to respond: she brought her buttocks to his lips, and when she opened her mouth, Sara gave him food straight from her poop. Their laughter began to mix with playful bites. Each bite was an excuse to rub their naked bodies together, to press their lips closer together, to turn dinner into a dirty, sensual game.
The shit melted in their mouths, they chewed it with pleasure, dripping onto their skin, and Sara's fingers ran playfully over them as they shared the creamy mess. Between laughter and small moans, they forgot their hunger in their stomachs and gave in to the hunger for skin.
In the end, their bellies were empty, but they ended up filled with kisses, caresses, and an appetite satisfied in the most delicious way.
