I Like My Girlfriend The Same Way I Like My Eggs...
Thesound of birds chirping from your open window fills your ears, and it awakens you from your slumber. You lie in your bed, idly listening to the outside world, yet you stay still under the covers. You hear cars driving by periodically through the small neighbourhood, but it’s quickly drowned out when the soft snores of your partner fills your ears instead. You don’t open your eyes, but you just smile as the warmth of her body is pressed against yours. Her hot, slow breathing washes over your neck, and her bosom pushes forward and backward against your back ever so slightly with every breath she takes. One hand rests against your shoulder while the other rests against her head. You feel the tip of her elbow pushing against your shoulder blade, yet not hard enough for you to warrant movement from it. You wouldn’t care to move anyway, because you simply enjoy the feeling of being in the bed with her.
You awaken more and your body starts to come to life. Your eyes flitter open and a dull glow fills the room through your watery eyes. They focus more as the view of the wall obscures your vision, and you quickly realize how close you are to it. It doesn’t bother you though, considering she has a habit of hogging the bed and most nights you’re used to sleeping near the edge anyway.
Your body yearns for movement, and as carefully as you can, you stretch your free arm up into the air and clench all your fingers together, before your legs follow suit. She shifts behind you but doesn’t awaken; the only response you get from her is a mumble of some kind before she buries her face into your neck. You feel her snuggle close. The hand on your shoulder dips down and rubs against your chest while her whole body presses against yours. The feeling of clothes against your bare body becomes more present, indicating she is still fully or partially dressed from her night out. You don't want to move, your mind telling you to cherish the affection she is unconsciously showing. Another part of you wants something else… After all, it’s Sunday, and Sunday mornings are filled with a special morning ritual you’ve both long agreed on.
Your arm goes down and you rest your hand against the silk sheets which allows you to slowly push yourself up. You groan, but you stay quiet enough to not rouse her from her slumber. Once you are partially up, you twist your body and position your other arm on the bed, allowing you to sit upwards before you turn your vision to her.
Both forms of sunlight greet your vision: one from a small crack in the curtain, and the other from her. The small amount of light coming into the room reflects off of her red and gold streaked hair, and it's bright enough for you to make out her face. She continues to snore peacefully, and you get a serene feeling in both your mind and heart as you stare. Some days you find it hard to believe that you two are a couple, yet everyday you are grateful to be in a loving relationship that feels like it will never die out.
Your eyes travel down her body, and you notice she’s still partially dressed in a light blue t-shirt, and you manage to see the edge of a black skirt poking from under the covers. You quickly remember she spent the night with her friends, thanks to you having to cover an evening shift at work, and most likely came into your apartment when you were fast asleep.
A bit of her hair covers her face, and you quickly push it behind her ear before you gently stroke your thumb behind her lobe. She shifts at the soft touch, a quiet ‘mhm’ escaping her throat before a smile curves her lips. You see her fingers come to life as they almost reach out to grab at something, before she clenches her fingers around the fabric below. She doesn’t awaken, remaining still as you lean in and give her a kiss on her cheek. You would give her another, but the sight of the clock behind her tells you it’s 7:24. Six minutes earlier than your usual internal clock goes off, but you can only smile. Six minutes early meant six minutes of extra pleasure for her.
You waste no time and remove the covers from your body. As you do, the covers leave her delicate frame, and you quickly notice her lower half. You see her black skirt, hugging her thick thighs, before you look to her feet and notice nothing more.
You edge yourself down the bed and manage to get off of it with no trouble at all. You stand up, wobbling momentarily as your vision spins, before you become more mentally alert. Once steady you turn your body back to hers and take in the sight once again. It's momentary though, as the sight of red, frilly panties greets your vision. You focus completely on them as the nearly see-through fabric draws your eyes to her more intimate bits. You smirk and feel another rush of blood go elsewhere.
You ignore it, knowing it's going to get relief very soon. Hers come first, and taking that into account, you gently push her body so she rolls on her back. She shows no response to the touch, but her legs part slightly as her body finishes moving, which allows you to see more of her panties come into focus. You look past it and see the next part waiting for you; a small patch of fuzz indicates the prize just below it.
You waste no time and reach up to the button on her skirt, popping it open and allowing the tight fabric to loosen up. You reach down and tug at the bottom of it, before it begins to slip off with relative ease. Her panties travel in tow, but stop just before her knees as the rest of her skirt reaches her feet. You cast off the skirt as your eyes latch onto her waiting pussy, and quickly do the same with her panties, but one toe hinders you at the last second as the delicate undergarment gets stuck on the edge of it. You don't bother to finish removing it, since it looks kinda hot from its dangling position as you look up her body.
Her half naked body shines in the sunlight, and you adore it for a second before you reach for her legs. In one quick motion, you grab her thighs, arc her legs upward, and pull her body back before it comes to a halt at the edge of the bed. You kneel down and put your head between her legs, letting the back of them rest on your shoulders. You trail your hands up her legs, letting your smooth fingertips dance against her delicate flesh, before they come to her hips and stop. You move your face next, and let it be level with her vagina as your knees rest comfortably against the soft carpet below. Once steady, you begin to lean in, only to stop as your nose picks up a fruity scent coming from her. The unknown scent surrounds you, until you recognize the tangerine-like fragrance of the body wash she always cleans herself with.
You nuzzle your cheek into her left thigh, your morning whiskers brush against her silky-smooth leg, before you plant a soft kiss on her inner thigh. As your dry lips touch her skin, the scent becomes stronger, almost strong enough you can taste it on your lips. It excites you and invigorates your mind as you slowly plant a trail of kisses down her thigh, until your face once again comes level with the coveted prize.
You kiss again, your whiskers almost brushing against her crotch in the process, before you feel her legs shift. They squeeze slightly as a soft sigh comes from her, but they don't squeeze around your head. Instead, you feel her legs shift behind your head as her feet seem to crisscross behind your neck in a halfhearted attempt to lock you in place.
"You up, Sunset?" you ask as you peer up her body.
You get no response, and notice her expression is still that of a person in a deep sleep. You wait for a second regardless, but when she remains quiet, you shrug it off.
You refocus as your eyes shift downward, and you stare at the soft, untouched peach before you.
You give your lips a thorough dab of your tongue, wetting it to an acceptable level before you push forward. Your nose briefly brushes against her sex, before your tongue gets pressed firmly against her. You slowly move it upward, reveling in the sweet sensation and taste of her. It reminds you of a peach, both in taste and how firm it is. Your tongue partially sinks into her tender folds before you course the wet muscle upwards. She doesn't react to it until you flex your tongue and brush the tip against her clitoris. You get a response; a soft moan as well as the tensing of her legs around your head. The motion is brief and she quickly relaxes as your tongue moves away, before you plant your lips on her clit and give it a soft kiss.
You give her a firm lick against her nub as you kiss it and she moans again. It's a soft, quiet moan that you're used to hearing from her, but as it comes to a close, it turns into a soft whimper. You give her another, pushing harder but moving slower. Her hips come to life briefly and they try to move in sync with your lick. It's a fruitless effort mostly, but it lets you press harder into her love button. You enjoy it, but you want to enjoy her sweet folds more, and you begin to move your mouth back down. Your lips and tongue leave momentarily, and in their place, your nose once again briefly brushes against her wetness. You breathe in through your nose, taking in that tangerine scent, before you exhale out of your mouth, which lets your hot breath beat against her.
You relax yourself and close your eyes as you bring your tongue back to her slit, letting you revel even more in both the feeling and taste of her. You repeat the motion with your tongue, but find yourself wanting more of her to tend to. With a quick motion of your arms, you rest them against her pelvis and reach down with your thumbs. You take a moment and massage her crotch with both your thumbs in a clockwise motion, letting you squish and knead her wetness as you stare into it.
You keep your thumbs going and once again give her clitoris a kiss. You press your face a bit deeper into her and you moan softly into her as you pinch your lips together. She whimpers before it turns into a soft gasp, and at the corner of your vision you see her eyes flicker open briefly as she turns her head to the window. She goes still once again and doesn't wake, but that will change very quickly.
Her body moves again and her hips almost gyrate as you continue to blissfully lap away at her. As minutes pass by, you periodically look up to see if she will awaken, but she never does. You start to notice her expression changing, smiling as soft, muffled moans escape her curved lips. A new scent fills the air, and you know that scent well; the scent of an aroused woman starting to really enjoy herself. Almost like a reactionary response, you put more pressure on her slit with your tongue. Harder, faster, and once she gets more aroused, it will go deeper.
It doesn't take long, and that lingering scent gets stronger until you start to taste a sweet sensation on your lips and tongue. Her body starts to heat up and her arousal becomes more apparent. The taste is sweet and makes your lips buzz, coaxing you to keep going as your mind starts to beg for more of it.
You pull your head back, and you can't help but chuckle as you stop your thumbs from moving, before you slowly part her nethers. Her scent becomes non-existent for a brief second as you stare inside and feel another rush in your loins.
Natural lubrication has formed, and you debate pulling your body up and sticking your hardening erection inside of her. You know better; you have restraint and care more about getting her off rather than yourself. It doesn't stop you from staring though, and you slowly move your hand inwards, allowing your thumb to slip more inside of her.
You get another moan from her, much louder than the previous ones, as the moist, tight walls greet your thumb. You're slow to slip it in and eventually stop at the knuckle, until you gently press and massage her firm nethers. Her body arches at the touch, and her hips raise briefly, which only prompts you to put your face back into her.
As your tongue comes back into contact with her clitoris, your thumb continues its ministrations, while your other hand starts to explore her body. The second you move your left hand away from her thigh, her pussy almost tighten firmly around your thumb. There is a bit more resistance now, but you only use it as a means to put more effort into pleasing her. You massage harder and deeper with it, while your left hand travels to her hip. You rest it there briefly, until you raise your hand and place your fingers against her skin with the softest of touches. You get a stuttered gasp from her and you can almost see the goosebump forming as you course your fingers upward. Your fingers tingle as the feeling of her smooth skin barely registers at the touch, and you're rewarded with a soft and content sigh from her lips as you look to her face.
Her eyes are fluttering, struggling to stay closed as her body starts to become more and more active. She constantly trembles at your touch, and you feel her insides start to heat up like a furnace had clicked on. You would love to make her cum before she wakes, but as you latch your lips onto her clit and give it a soft lick, her legs twitch and you hear her let off a long, content sigh as her body stretches out slightly. You move your face away, but put more gusto into your thumb as her half-lidded eyes lock onto yours.
"Morning, Sunshine," you jest as you give her a cheeky smile.
"Morning, Baby," she mews as she brings a hand up and rubs it against her hair. "Enjoying yourself?"
"You know I enjoy Sundays," you remark as your left hand caresses her hip, before you lean back into her lady bits and plant a small, worshipful kiss on them. "But not as much as I enjoy you."
She chuckles briefly and rolls her eyes, but you know she loves your dorky attitude. It becomes even more apparent when she moves her hand down to yours and grips it. It's a loose grip, but it's one of an individual who just wants to enjoy companionship.
You smirk and give her thigh a kiss before you pull your hand away from her crotch. Quickly you follow up and twist your hand slightly, resting the palm of it against her clitoris while your middle finger hovers over her slit. It slips in; your ears pick up a small shlick and a gasp from Sunset as you wiggle it inside of her at a feverish pace for a few seconds, before you slow down and take it nice and slow.
"Seems like you enjoy me too much," she coos at you as both her hands start to rub up her sides, pulling her shirt and jacket up slightly as she comes to a stop before her breasts. “Not that I’m complaining.”
Your smirk widens and you move your hand to her stomach, running a quick circle around her belly button. She chuckles and her body tenses up, before her legs clench and you feel her inner walls tighten around your finger.
Instead of giving into it, you pull back and remove your finger completely. Sunset gives you a needy whine of disapproval, but you know she'll be singing a different tune soon. You bring the finger to your mouth, making a show of licking it for her amusement. The taste excites you and prompts you to get more adventurous with your sexual antics.
You pull your body away and raise up to the left side of the bed. Hopping onto it you crawl towards Sunset, at the same time you put your moist finger on her pelvis to slowly and seductively trail it up her stomach. She reacts and lifts her shirt up slightly, allowing you privileged access to her chest. You don't waste a moment and bring your hand up before you stuff it under her shirt, before you cup her bra and squeeze it gently. You enjoy the sensation, but you only crave more as you reach under her bra and caress her breast. She bites her lower lip and moans softly while beckoning to you to move closer to her. You do as instructed and soon your face is level with hers as you quickly lean in and plant a kiss on her lips.
The kiss is brief, but you enjoy the sensation of her alcohol parched lips against yours, all the while also enjoying the feeling of your fingers brushing against her perky nipple. You rub it with your middle finger in a slow, circular motion, and it causes Sunset to go in for another kiss. You connect again, but she doesn't let you pull away as her own hand comes up and cups behind your head, keeping you in place. You acknowledge her desire for affection and pepper her lips with short but passionate kisses as your hand continues to massage her breast.
You keep it up for several seconds as you both get more and more intimate with each other. Your kisses intensify and you add a few more fingers to the mix. Your two main fingers and your thumb play with her nipple, constantly rubbing and periodically pinching at random intervals. She doesn't stop you, nor voices any discomfort, considering she enjoys it regardless.
You don't do it for long, knowing you're still looking to get her off more than anything else. Your hand slides back down her body and you get another moan of disapproval, until it's broken by a soft gasp as you slip your two fingers back inside of her. You move them quickly, wiggling your fingers before you build a rhythmic thrusting motion with them. Her kiss breaks and her head cranes back slightly as she closes her eyes.
"You like that, Sunshine?" you muse with a coy grin as you kiss her lips again.
"You know I-ahh… love it," she stutters as you bring your thumb up and place it against her clitoris.
You let out a rumble of gratification from your throat and start to run your thumb in a swift circular motion against her love button. Her moans get deeper and she gives more of herself into the kiss, until she pulls your head in closer. Your lips stay locked and her soft moans vibrate against you as her tongue starts to dance across your lips. You know what she wants, and you bring your own tongue to hers. The touch is brief, but as both muscles rub against each other she comes back with almost feral, animal-like intensity. You match it and her moans grow louder as you two begin to fight for supremacy, all the while, you constantly finger fuck her into oblivion.
You can't but help get more into it as the seconds roll by. Neither of you let up, but you start to notice her faltering. Her kisses attempt to deliver the same intensity she showed prior, but as the sound of wet shlicks fill the air thanks to your fingers below, you know she can't. It doesn't deter you in the slightest, and you go even further as you use her own weakness against her. Her kissing stops completely as you begin to trail your head down, letting your lips briefly touch her chin, before they find their new home on her neck. You caress the left side of it with your lips and tongue, and she replies by stretching her neck out, allowing you to kiss more of it.
You kiss long and hard and her body trembles with every stuttered breath she takes. Her voice grows more audible and her breath starts to come out in sharp gasps of pleasure. At the corner of your eye you notice her left hand come up and rest against the pillow on the opposing side, before she grabs it and you feel her body tighten more. Her lower body shifts and her right leg bends upward, causing resistance below. It's brief thankfully, thanks to her closing in on her orgasm, but you don't pick up your intensity. You did well to get her to that figurative boiling point, but she was interested in boiling over.
You soon feel it; a large amount of secretion coats your finger as your motions become more and more fluid. There's no resistance from her inner chambers as her moans intensify and her body starts to writhe with pleasure. Her hips rock harder against the motion of your fingers, but you don't break or falter from your pace as she comes to the razor’s edge of a finish. Her moans break and you begin to hear her mutter a single word over and over. Barely audible, but loud enough to make it out...
“Please.”
The word becomes monotonous and her voice takes on a desperate and pitiful tone. Your fingers, your lips, and your unbridled display of sexual debauchery and sensational affection drive her to her breaking point, until you feel her body stiffen up completely and a loud gasp follows. At the corner of your vision you see her grip the pillow tightly, while the one behind your head pulls you closer to her. Her lower body twists and her legs close and tighten up, but it doesn't hinder your efforts.
She comes, and her voice cracks as a loud and carnal moan of release fills the air, but it only prompts you to make sure her orgasm isn't mediocre in the slightest. Your fingers go faster and wet shlicks turn into sloppy plaps as your palm smacks against her clit, prolonging the pleasure. Your lips caress and suck harder on her neck to the point that you have to stop yourself from nibbling and leaving a hickey mark on it. Your fingers make up for it, but as her moan dies down and she starts to loosen up, you relax and slow down. The feeling of fatigue in your arm starts to set in, but with her coming to the tail end of her orgasm, you ignore the feeling and focus completely on her satisfaction.
Finally her body calms down and your fingers come to a standstill. Heavy breathing fills the air; both yours and hers. Your lips stop and you slowly pull your body upwards, allowing yourself to sit and look at her face. You notice it's flushed and her focus is on your hand, but you can't help but smile at the look of a sexually satisfied woman who's lost in thought and basking in her afterglow.
"How did that feel?" you ask in a cheeky manner as you slowly pull your fingers out.
You get another soft moan as you pull out and she looks up at you with a content smile.
"That felt divine," she mews at you as you notice her eyes travel down your body and lock onto your erection that you have been neglecting all this time. "Can I have another?"
"How would you like it?" you ask as you bring your hand up to your aching erection and smother her cum on it in an effort to lube up.
She doesn't reply, but she smiles at you before she scoots her body over. You move off the bed and stand on the floor, watching her intently. She turns her lower body to you and you can't help but stare at her soaked lady parts as she raises her legs into the air and spreads them slightly.
"Give it to me like this," she purrs at you as she brings her hands up and cups her butt, while at the same time she extends her middle fingers and parts her slit on both sides.
"Mhm, that's hot," you growl with sexual intensity in your throat as you mentally prepare to ravage her further.
Not wanting her to lose that sexual high her body was no doubt experiencing, you lean your body forward until the tip of your erection brushes against her gaping pussy. She moves her hands away and brings them up to go behind your back, and you feel them interlock with each other before they rest against you. Her legs do the same and they cling to you, intimately locking you in place with enough leeway to let your hips work.
You both smile at each other before you feel her tug gently at your back in order to pull you close. You obey the feeling and lean in before she cranes her neck up and nuzzles her nose against yours. You nuzzle back and plant a kiss on her nose, at the same time reaching down to grip your waiting erection. Despite her hold on you, you pull your hips back slightly and line up the tip for entry. She feels it, acknowledges it, and before you know it, she mutters quietly...
"Put it in me."
It goes in. Easy, smooth, and there is no resistance as her sensitive walls tighten around it. She moans and gasps at the insertion, but you find your mind elsewhere. You focus on the feeling of it. It's hot, tight, and very moist. The sweet sensation of it trying to draw you deeper into it is borderline maddening. You feel your erection pulse with pleasure as it twitches and flexes inside of her, and it only gets provoked further as she grinds her hips against you, letting it push and prod at the tightness around it. You wish you could stay like that and bask in the intense feeling forever, but your mind tells you otherwise as you give off a single weak thrust. She gasps and you hear her take a sharp breath in before you give her another, and another, as you slowly drive her to that desired edge again.
As you rock your hips, you soon find your rhythm of slow, but deep, casual thrusts. Being on top and in control of her is what she loves: a slow and mild pace that may seem boring on paper, but it drives her up the wall and gets her off more than anything else.
"That feels so good," she moans softly as her grip tightens and she pulls your chest close to her bosom.
You instantly feel her breasts underneath her shirt rub against you and your mind instantly focuses on the feeling of her perky nipples. Though obstructed, the soft yet firm delicate piece of skin grazes you, causing you crave a more intimate touch with it. You reach down and lift the bottom of her shirt, pulling up the bra in the process, letting her breasts see the light of day. She doesn’t stop you, nor voice any discomfort with your actions, before you pull your upper body up. Her grip loosens, but she doesn't let go as your body rests almost an arm's length from hers. Your right hand goes to the bed as a means to support yourself, while your left hand quickly finds its mark on her tit. You grip it gently, and your thumb rubs against her stiffened nipple. She lets off a moan of approval, but it quickly turns into a gasp as you give her lower body a hard thrust. Her body tightens around your erection and you feel a twitch in your loins as a bit of your precum goes into her. Instinctively your thrusts increase in length and power, almost like a spark of electricity flicked something on in your body.
You close your eyes and grip the sheet with your hand while your other one continues to paw and knead her breast. You can't get enough of the feeling, but the constant wet heat around your dick draws your attention to it. Your hips rock moderately and you do your best to keep the steady pace up, but a building heat at the core of your body wants you to go faster and harder against her. You refuse to give into your animalistic urges, but her actions make it hard to restrain yourself. Her eyes close and you feel her body rock against your plowing erection. They're soft and subtle movements, but you feel it more and more as she tightens around your dick.
It's too much. You feel that pressure inside of you pushing you to a slow boiling point.
You begin going faster and hunker your feet against the carpet. You're able to go deeper and nearly bottom out, but it's not enough. All it takes is one quick motion of your body; you grip her sides and brace her body as you bring up your right leg and anchor it to the bed. Your body edges forward and you're able to bottom out completely as you press down and thrust at a sharp, downward angle. A stuttered gasp fills your ears as you grind your hips against hers. Your thrusts pause briefly, but you quickly find your pace again as they become shorter, but increase in speed and intensity.
Once steadied, you start to move your hands back to where they were prior. Your right hand finds its mark on the sheets, but Sunset intercepts your left hand with hers. She grips it as both sets of fingers interlock with each other. Despite the intensity in your thrusts, her grip is almost nonexistent, hard enough that it almost feels like there is nothing but air squeezing around your hand. Gentle and delicate, in stark contrast to your lust driven thrusts and the wet plaps below.
"I'm so close," she speaks, her voice is low and needy. Her gasps become sharper, and they become pants of longing and desire.
You feel her grip tighten as both her body and words push you to go continuously against her. You grit your teeth and squeeze your right hand into a fist, letting the fabric ball up, while you move your other hand and caress hers with your thumb. You get a soft whimper and she smiles at you, until her eyes snap shut and her mouth goes agape.
Her hand grips yours tightly, and you feel her squeeze even tighter around your erection. She's coming, but you don't slow down in the slightest. Her body tenses and writhes with pleasure as you fuck her through her orgasm. She shakes and trembles as waves of pleasure erupt from her body and it pushes you over the edge.
You aren't far behind her with your own climax. You feel it bubbling and start to build up, ready to burst at a moment's notice. You feel something click in your mind and it all starts to flow from within. You hold it in and fuck her faster as the sturdy bed starts to creak and the headboard bounces against the wall. She moans and gasps, urging you on as you get ready to pull out, but her legs wrap tightly around you, preventing you from pulling away.
You'll leave it in.
You cum hard, and as the initial burst hits you like a truck, your hips stop. You blast it inside of her as your body tightens up and you resume with quick and erratic thrusts as you spew everything you have. She grinds her hips as you plow and her legs tighten around you as her insides drain and coax everything they can out of you.
Finally the intense feeling dies down completely, and your hips stop as you hold yourself inside of her. Heavy, labored breathing lingers in the air as you look at her face with a fatigued but very content expression. She smiles as she brings your hand up and rests it over her breasts, right next to her heart, while her legs relax and dip to the side.
She lets go of your hand and brings her own hands up to the back of her knees and grips them. She keeps herself in place as you pull out your semi hard erection. You both gasp as it leaves with a wet schlick and she cranes her neck slightly to stare at it. She says nothing as her eyes become fixated with it, and curling your head inward you stare at the sight.
Your dick hangs aimlessly as fluids from the both of you coats it. A thick strand of semen connects you to her, but as you jostle your hips, it breaks and falls to the sheets below. You stare a few seconds longer as your erection goes soft and semen dribbles downward, until you look up at Sunset's face.
"How was that, Babe?" you ask as your breathing regulates and you feel the fatigue setting in.
She breaks her fixation and looks up at you, before she leans up and gives you a kiss on the lips.
"You never fail to disappoint," she whispers. "Got enough in you for more?"
You look to the clock and it reads 07:52.
"I have enough in me to go as long as you like…" Your stomach growls loudly as an awkward silence fills the air. "After breakfast of course," you snark as she chuckles and rolls her eyes.
"You gonna cook for me as well?" she asks.
"You don't even have to ask," you tell her as you pull yourself up from the bed. "How do you want your eggs?"
"The usual; sunnyside up with the yolk flowing out," she answers as her legs rest against the bed.
You stare down at her pussy and see a steady trickle flow out.
"So, just like you now, huh?"
She throws a pillow at your face and you just smile the cheesiest grin you can.
The sound of eggs sizzling and coffee percolating fills the air, and in the background you hear the constant drone of a faucet running from the nearby washroom. The scent of spiced hash browns cooking in the oven fills your nostrils, slightly invigorating your mind and body.
The faucet stops flowing and the sudden pop of bread from the toaster catches your attention. Years of cooking paid off for you, and you perfectly time everything to be ready and plated by the time Sunset is finished with her morning rituals.
As you plate everything, you see Sunset exit the washroom at the corner of your eyes. Her body is draped in a sun-kissed robe, almost identical to the colors of her hair, while her half-lidded eyes carry a glazed look to them. You see a content smile on her face as she saunters towards the dining table, and though she looks weary, you know she is more sexually satisfied than anything.
"How are you feeling, Babe?" you ask in an egotistical and sarcastic tone.
"Feels like I'm ready for bed again," she yawns as she sits down and stretches her arms out.
"Aww, did I tire you out too much?" you tease as you grab her plate and coffee cup, and walk to the table.
"You know it's going to take more than that to knock me down on my ass," she replies with a cheeky smile as she brings her arms back down to the table.
"Hmm, maybe I should play with your ass next," you muse as you walk behind her, before placing both objects in front of her.
You don't see it, but you know she's rolling her eyes at you. She doesn't say anything further as her eyes lock onto the plate of food before her, but she says enough with her body language as her head leans against your right arm. You sense affection as her cheek brushes against you, and you follow up by running your hands over the smooth fabric of her robe. You stop at her shoulders and gently massage your fingers into them, slowly and gently releasing any tension you feel. You get a playful coo of approval for your actions, and it only increases in volume as you lean your face into her hair and kiss the top of her head. The scent of her shampoo fills your nostrils, before you pull away completely and walk back to the kitchen to get your own meal.
"How was your girls night out, last night?" you ask, looking to prompt a peaceful conversation.
"Eventful. We had a few things happen actually," she begins as she takes a sip of her coffee. "We finally got Fluttershy to sing karaoke, thanks to a few drinks and lots of encouragement, and both AJ and Dash decided to get competitive by drinking each other under the table..."
"Did they tie as usual and end up having to get carried home?" you cut in as you pour a cup for yourself.
"You know it," she answers, stopping herself from chuckling in the process. "We also had a friend from the other side of the mirror join us for the evening."
"Oh?" you question as you grab your plate and quickly seat yourself at the table. "Were they a friend of yours or a friend of Princess Twilight?"
"Both actually," she answers as she focuses on her plate and begins to eat. "Her name is Starlight Glimmer. She's Twilight's pupil and she's looking to learn more about human culture and how this world operates."
"I remember you talking about her before," you reply, remembering the Juniper Montage incident from some time ago. "Is she looking to learn anything specific?"
"Funny you should mention that," Sunset answers with a mouthful of food and quickly swallows it. "I made notes about lots of things she wants to learn, but one thing stood out that I think you would like to hear."
"Go on…" you like where this conversation is going.
"I told her about how humans have more endurance in the bedroom and what they lack in size, they greatly make up for it with creativity. She quickly became interested in the idea and would like a 'hands on experience'. It may have been the alcohol speaking, but I think she would totally enjoy the chance if she got it."
"When is she going to visit again?" you ask with a growing smile on your face, wondering if a potential threesome was in your near future.
"Gotta play it by ear, but I would like to think sooner rather than later," she answers. "But we can talk more about that after breakfast."
"Fair enough, but is that before or after I get to rail your ass?" you jest as you wiggle your eyebrows at her
"You are such a horndog," she sighs deeply at you, her eyes rolling yet again.
"And you love every second of it." You both smile at each other, before you quickly focus on the meal before you
