Frosting

The baker, still caressing your face, says, "Will you help me make some frosting. I'll need you to use my mouth. I like it hard, so no need to hold back." Your boner throbs at the idea. He stares deeply into your eyes as he lowers his hand slowly down your chest, then abdomen, until reaching your crotch. His eyes widen and his smile fades away, "Wha- what the hell? H-how- Your dick is- is- is massive." You grin, "I hope it fits going down. We still gotta get the icing out."

He sinks to his knees at slowly pulls down your pants until your dick swings free. It audibly smacks him in the face. His cute, soft, adorable face. He grips your dick with of his hands, jacking it off. Positioning it right on top of his face. He's smiling almost drunkenly, "Youuuuuurrrreee sooo biiiig." He moans and begins sucking on your balls. It feels great as he continues to jack off your dick. You grab his head and grind against his face. Humping until you're on top of his face. As he digs into your ass, you continue to grind against his face.

You're getting close, groaning, "Here comes that frosting you wanted hhnrgg". The Baker lifts himself enough to lock his mouth onto the head of your dick. He can't even fit it inside his petite mouth. He's jacking you furiously. The first shot explodes in his mouth. He struggles with all his might to keep his mouth on your dick as you pump litres of cum into it. His cheeks balloon as cum pours out, covering his chin and forming a puddle on the ground. Two jets of cum shoot out of his nose. He releases your dick to gasp for air, only to get painted in more cum.

When you finally finish, the Baker is coated in white. He has a euphoric smile on his face as he scoops cum into his mouth, "Benst Cuhm Evahr!" You chuckle. "Glad I could be of service to you."