Flavor of the Month

"Ugh! I'm so tired of you bringing girls home, especially Innerworlders. They're eating my food, and the smell of their arousal is giving me nausea. Just find some horny fairy or something that can handle your dick without their walls coming loose." He leans back against the doorframe, fingers intertwined behind his head, and scoffs.
"Kemmey, nothing can handle my dick. Not even you, with that crazy baksheer pussy the guys are fantasizing about. I'd beat your walls loose and make you go crazy for this dick, kitten" I roll my eyes at the use of the naughty nickname.
"I highly doubt that. I can handle myself better than you think, thank you very much." I say and walk away, stopped short when he grabs my velvety tail and coils it around his fist, bringing me back onto his firm chest and massive erection. He runs his skilled tongue over my shoulder and up my neck, provoking a small moan to slip from my lustfully parted lips.
"You sure you can handle this, baby girl?" He hisses in my ear and nudges his hips forward, sending a jolt up then down my spine, heating up my core like an oven, preheating. For him. "I'll have you screaming in ten minutes."
"I'm counting on it", I say inside my head. His grip tightens on my hips,
"What'd you say?" I turn to look up at him, a cheeky grin spreading across my face.
"I might be screaming, but you'll be cumming."
His eyes darken.
Oh, shit.

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