“Mmm, warm!” I raked soft, sweet baked fruit spheres over her breast with the fork.

“Ooo, cold!” Softened vanilla ice cream capped the other teat.

Our licks and sucks swabbed each other’s nipples. She slathered my cock head and slurped it clean. Twice. Sticky handprints decorated hips and butt cheeks. Crust bits tumbled as she straddled me on the chair, sheathing my stiff cock.

“Mmm, I love your warm homemade cherry cobbler!” She ground herself to orgasm on my lap, receiving my cream filling.

“Chilled pumpkin pie next month?”

“I can’t wait,” she cooed between sweetened aftercare kisses.