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Timothée and I were lounging in his kitchen, eating pieces of fruit and watching movies when I had an idea. And as you all know, my ideas are usually not the most sensible.

I found it slightly uncomfortable to say, but the more I thought about it, the more the idea appealed to me. After all, we promised to be honest with each other and Timmy shared his strange kinks with me last night.

I take a deep breath and tell him.

It takes him a few seconds to recover, but his eyes widen and suddenly, my whole body is on fire. I should not have told him.

"Wow," he raises his eyebrows. "I had no idea you were into that stuff, but that can be arranged. Let's go to my room."

He takes a whole peach from the fruit bowl and winks at me. My heart threatens to beat out of my chest as he tugs my hand and leads me upstairs.

He locks the door behind us and I sit down on his bed, watching him strip.

"You know this is going to be messy, right?"

I nod and bite my lips. "I know."

He pushes his thumb into the peach with a satisfying squelch, digging out the pit. The juice runs down his hands and he holds his fingers up so I can lick it all off.

My eyes travel down his body and I find that his dick is already hard. Damn. That's an impressive length. I can't believe that was inside me.

"This is for you, baby," he squeezes his eyes shut and exhales as he pushes the peach onto his cock.

He moves it up and down, up and down, until it looks like he's actually going to cum from fucking a peach. I gently pry the peach away from him and position myself between his legs.

My tongue tentatively licks the tip and I can taste all the sweet juices of the peach on him. It's like sucking my own Timmy-flavoured lollipop. I open my mouth wider and push myself down harder, trying not to gag as I struggle to take on his whole length. He moans and grips my hair, hard.

You don't even know how much that one sound turns me on. I curse inwardly at Timmy for having such a huge cock but nevertheless, I do love a good challenge. I almost trigger my gag reflex as I finally, finally envelope his whole entire dick in my mouth.

"Jesus," he breathes, flexing his hips.

I try not to smile and swirl my tongue around him, sensing his orgasm coming. I move faster, tightening my lips as I go. Up and down, up and down.

At last, my baby cums, his creamy white liquid filling my mouth. I swallow it all.

"Good girl," he sighs as he pulls me into his lap. Hearing those words from his mouth just makes me even wetter.

Though all good things have to come to an end.

"It's so sticky," Timmy stands and scoops me up. "Let's go clean up."

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