Day 23: 320 words. I’m thankful for a lot of things

She seasoned the turkey and then put it in the oven. Next came steaming the fresh greens for green bean casserole, making cream of mushroom from scratch, and sliding the dish into the oven. She cut up the potatoes and set them to boiling once the water was hot. Pie was cooling on the rack for later.

All the while her cunt pulsed, achy from recent use. His spunk leaked down her thighs warm and wet. She hadn’t come in two days and she felt jerky from edging and being fucked without finding release.

Setting the timer, she went to where he sat at the table and knelt between his spread thighs.

“Ten minutes, Daddy.”

“You’ll have to be quick then, kitten.”

She placed a hand between her spread thighs and thrust two fingers in her cunt. pumping until her fingers were wet, she pulled out to rub at her clit.

“What are you thankful for?” He asked as he unbuttoned his jeans.

Her eagerness radiated from her body.

The way he grasped her nape and moved her closer to his cock distracted her. She opened her mouth to receive him, but he held himself away so she’d have to strain to lick him.

“Pay attention, kitten.” He traced the wet head along her lips. “What are you thankful for today?”

She licked her lips and groaned at the bitter, salty taste of him.

“I’m thankful for you, Daddy. I get to be your kitten.”

His eyes softened as he gazed down at her. “I’m thankful for you, too, kitten. You bring me so much joy.”

Her heart sang at his words. She wanted to hug him, but remained where she knelt.

“May I finish giving thanks?” Her eyes returned to where he stroked his dick. “Before the food is done?”

“You may, kitten, Now open wide. If you do a good job for me, Daddy may let you come.”

Cara standing in a black tank top and black panties near a sofa in post titled Interlude

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