Taste of You

Author's Notes: if i can't be self-indulgent and imagine myself as a hot DILF-esque dude (damn you canon commander design) at least let me have this LMAO.

Sweat rolled down the Commander's flushed skin as Bready feasted between his legs. His dick throbbed as she formed a near vacuum seal around the swollen bead. Pants dripped from his mouth. Arousal gushed from his entrance and ran down her busy hand, wrist, and eventual forearm as she fingered him.

"Bread... Bready...!" he gasped out. He swore he could feel her lips curl into a smile in between harsh sucks. Her fingers curled along his upper wall and had him seeing stars. "Shit," he breathed.

With a loud 'pop' that echoed in his office, Bready pulled her mouth away from his t-dick. She licked her dripping lips before pulling her fingers out of his clenching hole, leaving The Commander feeling woefully empty. Then, she dove forward. Her tongue plunged into his more than willing entrance. Slick arousal gushed onto her face, staining it with his essence. Her hunger panged loudly inside her chubby frame. This wasn't enough. It was never enough. The taste of Bonne Bouche's fingers was utterly divine, as was the rest of his body, leaving her feeling particularly greedy. His natural sweetness came through his slick, along with a salty, musky tang that had the NIKKE feeling as if she hadn't eaten for weeks and given one of Crust's feasts. The Commander's voice cracked as his hips bucked wildly against Bready's wet face. His cock throbbed against her face as his inner walls spasmed around her swirling tongue.

"Shit!" he cried out before cumming. White, sticky cream dribbled onto her lips and tongue. "Bready...!" The taste was unlike anything the NIKKE had ever had before. She simply had to have more, much to The Commander's overworked chagrin.