Thanksgiving

A day of thanks.

Thanksgiving day.

We stare at a beautiful spread.

Especially that turkey and gravy.

I want you to sex me with all of these things.

I strip down. Naked. Standing before you.

Slowly, you pull a turkey leg from the plate.

You lower yourself to my sex.

You glide the leg slowly around my inner thigh.

You grab the bowl of gravy and lay it at my feet.

You dip the turkey leg in the gravy.

The leg slides inside of me so easily.

The gravy is warm. The leg makes me feel full.

In and out, in and out. I start to moan.

My leg starts quivering.

I come.

I take the turkey leg from my sex.

I feed it to you.

You eat as I grab the sweet potato casserole from the table.

I pull out your throbbing member.

I grab a fistful of sweet potatoes.

Warm. Sticky.

I use it as lube to stroke you off.

I don't stop until I see your eyes roll back.

A geyser of your seed sprays out onto my face.

I lick the potatoes from my fingers.

It's gone from sweet to very, very salty.

The honey and your come go so well together.

We are both spent.

Time for dessert.

Happy Thanksgiving Day.