Chapter 100 The Hot New Caramel Chef (6)

Kabelo’s mouth was a fucking revelation on my pussy, his tongue swirling around my clit, sucking and licking with a hunger that had me trembling on the kitchen counter. My naked body was slick with sweat and honey, my medium-sized tits glistening, my dark curls a wild mess against my shoulders. The stainless steel was cold against my bare ass, my legs spread wide, my pussy dripping, my moans echoing in the quiet kitchen. His caramel skin glowed, his broad shoulders wedged between my thighs, his hands gripping me, holding me open as he ate me like I was his last meal. “Fuck, Kabelo, you’re gonna make me come,” I moaned, my voice raw, my fingers tangled in his hair, my hips grinding against his face. He pulled back for a moment, his lips shiny with my juices, his dark eyes glinting with that filthy, mischievous spark. “Not yet, love,” he growled, his South African accent thick, his voice dripping with lust. He reached for the jar of honey on the counter, his movements slow, deliberate, and poured a slow, golden stream over my pussy, the warm, sticky sweetness coating my folds, dripping down my clit. “Gonna make this pussy even sweeter,” he said, his tone dirty, his eyes locked on mine. “Gonna eat you till you’re screaming, Susan, till this pussy’s dripping for me.”