Navel Shopkeeper

Navel berry 😋

I couldn't resist the playful impulse. I pulled her sare 4 inches below her navel. I admired her tummy. Reaching over, I grabbed a fresh berry from the bowl on the counter, its deep color vibrant against the morning light. With a mischievous grin, I dropped it gently into the curve of her navel, watching as it bounced lightly, the soft indent of her skin cradling it perfectly.

Her navel shifted, quivering slightly under the unexpected touch, and I could feel the warmth of her body as it reacted. I rolled the berry in her navel with my nose. Without missing a beat, I leaned in and bit into the berry, the sweet juice bursting in my mouth. A small drop of the juice spilled, mixing with the coolness from the coffee still lingering on her skin.

I couldn't help but chuckle, lowering my lips to her navel, licking up the juice that had pooled there, savoring the taste and the playful intimacy of the moment. My tongue danced lightly over her soft skin, licking up the berry bits with a teasing touch, my eyes meeting hers to gauge her reaction.

"Delicious," I murmured, smiling as I pulled away just enough to catch her gaze, the playful tension hanging in the air.

Kiara’s fingers gently caressed my head, her touch soft and tender as she watched me, a playful glint in her eyes. She seemed to enjoy the sight of me indulging in the strange yet intimate morning ritual, her gaze filled with quiet amusement. I continued to savor the berry, licking up every last bit of juice from her soft, sexy navel, the sweetness mingling with the warmth of her skin.

Her fingers stroked through my hair as I worked, the sensation grounding me in the moment. I could feel her watching, a quiet, knowing smile on her lips, as if she appreciated the ridiculousness of it all but was still drawn in by the intimacy and playfulness of the act. It was the kind of morning that felt both surreal and familiar, an oddly perfect start.

I poured some apple juice into her navel, the liquid pooling in the soft curve of her belly. Her body quivered at the unexpected sensation, and she let out a playful protest. "Hey, quit it," she said, her voice light but teasing. "I want your sexy navel."

I paused, looking up at her with a mischievous grin. "But your navel is so perfect," I teased, my fingers brushing gently against the delicate skin of her stomach.

She glanced down, half-laughing, half-serious. "Oh no, there's an apple seed stuck in my navel," she said, her tone playful, but with a hint of mock drama.

"Don’t worry, I’ll get it out for you," I replied, the devilish glint in my eyes.

But instead of gently removing the seed, I mischievously pressed my tongue against her navel, swirling the seed deeper into the soft, inviting dip of her stomach. I felt her breath catch as I moved the seed further in, my lips trailing along the sensitive skin around her navel. Her back arched and her boobs rose like mountains.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, her hands gripping my head, her fingers digging into my hair as she pulled me closer.

"I just want to savor the moment," I murmured, my tongue moving slowly, pushing the seed deeper, feeling her soft navel against my lips.

Her body shivered as I continued, her breath quickening. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a giggle, but there was something in her eyes—something playful yet indulgent—as she held my head, letting the moment stretch longer.

The seed tumbled deeper into her navel, and I pressed my lips gently against her skin, savoring the softness, the warmth, and the thrill of the intimate, teasing connection between us.

The apple seed continued to tease her navel, rolling deeper with each subtle movement, making her body quiver in response. Her soft, smooth skin trembled under my touch as I carefully lingered, savoring every moment, watching her reactions. The air between us grew charged with a playful, almost electric energy, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.

After a moment, I decided to end the playful torment. With a gentle but deliberate motion, I finally removed the seed from her navel, feeling her body shiver in relief as the cool air hit her exposed skin. Her navel bounced slightly, a soft ripple of sensation running through her as I carefully withdrew it.

I looked up at her, my heart swelling with affection, admiration, and something deeper. "You're a sexy goddess," I said, my voice low and filled with awe, my words carrying the weight of both affection and desire.

Kiara smiled, the playful edge in her eyes softening as she met my gaze, her fingers still resting in my hair. The teasing energy lingered, but there was also something more—a deep connection, a shared moment that felt uniquely ours.