While my partner prepares lunch, I'm masturbating in front of him.

I wrap my arms around him, pressing down against his back. I ensure that he feels the effort I put into it.

"Babe! I need some food," I purr in his ear.

He replies, "Yes, we must eat lunch."

"That can wait, yeah?" I joke. I grind my hips, and my erection is on the small of my back. "We haven’t had sex for weeks. Please?"

"Later, okay? Let's have lunch first. He says, "I know you're tired but I'm hungry."

Before heading to the kitchen, he gets up and comforts my forehead.

"Okay," I murmured.

As he walks to the kitchen, I sigh in dismay.

Okay. If he doesn’t want to, I’ll take care.

All he has to do is watch.

He cooks, and I make my cock.

I hear a knife banging on the chopping board within a matter of minutes. I follow him into the kitchen to see him chopping up garlic.

"You don't really want to?" I ask.

"Later, babe. He promises. It's already too late. Let's have lunch first.

"Fine. "Fine.

He smiles at me and shrugs.

First, I take off all my clothes. My cock is still full mast and itching. Then I get up and drag the chair out of the dining room into my kitchen.

I sit down and begin to rub my cock with the tips of my fingers.

It took him several moments to notice that he was concentrating on stirring the contents of the pan.

He looks at me and asks, "What the hell are you doing?"

I said, "Just taking care" without any hesitation.

He chuckles and says, "I know, I didn't mean this,"

He swaps glances between his cooking and mine.

"I would love to meet you. "I need visual stimulation," I smile at him.

Next, I wrap my hands around my throbbing shaft with my fingers and begin stroking.

He puts on a show

As I move my hand up and down on my cock, I keep my eyes focused on him. I slow down and plan to finish when he is done cooking.

His eyes wander from the food he is cooking to the show that I am putting on right now. Sometimes he stares at me for long periods of time and gets fixed on me.

Those times are when I pick up my pace and look straight into his eyes.

He eventually returns to reality when the smell and sound of his food is burning. Then he scrambles to get back to his food.

I slow down and pace myself in accordance with his progress.

He asks, "Babe! Why are you doing that?" with an eyebrow raised.

"I cannot help myself. I also laugh to offer moral support. "Go, my dear. "Go make us the best meal of our lives!"

He's not looking at me, but I can see that his life has become more difficult. It is painfully obvious when his large black cock is hard. His pants are blotted by its silhouette.

He finally gives in

"You got tough, too," I joke.

He stirs and says, "No, I didn’t,"

He is almost done with the cooking. It smells incredible, I have to say.

Within a minute, he is done. He closes the stove and covers the pot. He then turns to me, his hands resting on his waist.

That moment was the one I let go of the whole time I had been edging.

"Baby," I whisper to him, calling him to me before finally bursting.

As I cum, I gaze straight into his eyes. As I cum, he watches me closely as I cover my stomach and hands with cum. A small drop even gets my glasses.

He asks me, as I try to regain my breath after the intense orgasm.

"...Yeah," I replied, panting. "Seems like you're done making lunch, too."

He nods. "But I was also waiting to see you."

"Waiting to see what?"

"Waiting for you to stop having fun. He says it coldly.

He then unbuckles the belt and lets his pants fall to the ground. His underwear follows.

He slowly walks towards me, his raging urge to erection pointed straight at me.

He feeds me lunch

Once he is right in front, he places his hands on mine and gently pushes my knees down.

He grabs me by the chin, and pulls down my lower lip using his thumb. He then steadies me with his hands.

He says, "Open up," before pushing his head into my mouth.

"Mmph," I murmur, trying to make space for his thick cock.

He presses me further, until my head is down .

He pulls out all the way, leaving behind a trail of split between my lips and his cock. I poke at his hole using my tongue.

He asks, "Is lunch good?"

I nodded.

He presses his lips into mine again. He presses my face against his pelvis until he gets to my mouth.

He grunted as he continued to fuck me.

I smile at him and wink.

He then responds by sucking my lips even more. "Swallow for me, okay?"

His dick starts to throb within me in seconds. His cock filling my mouth with cum, I begin to spit it out.

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