A Duck For My Love

She lies breathless on the kitchen table, as I prepare to perform my passion. first, I marinated her breasts in a fusion of lime juice and coconut oil, then massage them gently with tamarind cream. Her soft flesh felt like silly putty in my hands. She was on heat in a minute or so. One half hour works, now she is stir up and moist Her thighs were beautifully browned. I varnished them with a feather dipped in honey. I taste her, She melts inside my mouth. I dampened the flame. The wine is on ice, the table is spread. I can’t wait for her to come! Twas the first time I’ve cooked for my love.