My name is Wilder, and people always underestimate me. With my soft voice, freckles, and innocent giggle, they assume I’m the kind of girl who blushes at dirty talk. But oh, if they only knew…
It was a quiet afternoon when I decided to bake some chocolate cake. My apron was barely covering my body, and I couldn’t help but lick the remnants of the batter from the spoon, savoring the rich flavor. The phone buzzed, and I answered, playfully welcoming my caller.
“Mmmm, I’m not wearing much at all,” I purred, batting my lashes. “Just a little apron. Wanna know what I’m doing?”
There was a pause on the other end. “You…you’re baking a cake. I can hear the spoon clinking.”
“How did you know?” I asked coyly. “Maybe I’m just playing with myself in the kitchen…”
He let out a low groan. “I bet you’re so sweet, Wilder. Bet you taste like sugar. Why don’t you put me on speaker and tell me what you’re tasting right now?”
I giggled and licked my lips. “Oooh, you really wanna hear that? Okay, baby. Let me get comfy first.”
I set the phone down and grabbed the bowl of frosting. Locking the door, I shimmied out of my apron, leaving myself in nothing but my birthday suit. Picking up the spoon, I swirled it through the frosting and sucked it clean with a drawn out moan.
“Mmmm, so good… So sweet and thick,” I breathed, smearing it across my nipple. I couldn’t hear his breathing, just half-strangled grunts and creaks of the chair. “Wanna taste it on my pussy too?”
“Fuck Wilder, you’re such a tease,” he growled. “Sit that sweet cunt on the counter and give me a show.”
I placed my bare rear on the marble, spreading my slick thighs. The frosting was cold on my skin as I painted myself with it. I was so wet I could feel it dripping down my leg. Easing a thumb inside, I moaned.
“Ohhh, hi-iiiigh,” I sang out. “Fucking myself silly. My tits are so full and tight, baby. You should see me. Gonna make such a mess in my kitchen.”
“God, you’re so filthy,” he groaned. I heard rustling, the scrape of a zipper. “I’m gonna bust so fucking hard when I think of you tonight. All sugar on the outside, but so dirty and wild on the inside…”
I brought the spoon to my mouth, sucking it messily with my eyes heavy lidded. “Mmmm, you know it baby. Fuck, I’m almost there. Make me come.”
“Mommy, mommy it hurts!” he whined, and I threw my head back with a silent scream, body writhing as I gushed on my thumb. When I came back down, I was a panting, frosting smeared mess.
I brought the sticky spoons to my lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. “Mmmm, I’m gonna need to make more.”
After a moment, I picked up the call again, gooey residue webbing my fingers. “You still there baby?”
