And he cooks ;)

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Loud moans filled the kitchen as Kyle began to press his dick against her wet folds, but Kyle did not really push in, only letting the tip tease her. He held her hips firmly, watching as her chest heaved up and down with each shallow breath. "How do you like the breakfast tease? Does it wake your appetite?"

Sarah closed her eyes, arching her back slightly as she let out a soft groan. "Oh, Daddy, yes... it's so good... I want you so much..." She bit her lip, feeling the weight of Kyle's words pressing down on her. She reached up, taking his hand in hers and guiding it down to her breast. "I want you to feed me your syrup." She giggled, her breath hitching as she said it.

Kyle grinned, squeezing her breast harder before letting go and grabbing the syrup. He drizzled it generously over her chest, letting the sticky liquid cover her breasts and nipples. "Here's my breakfast, little whore." He leaned forward, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, feeling her twitching a bit underneath him.

As he licked and sucked, he reached down between her legs, and pointed his dig inside her folds. He circled her clit, teasing it gently before finally pressing down hard. She arched her back, crying out his name as pleasure coursed through her. "Oh, Daddy, yes..." She bit her lip, her legs crossing behind him, not letting him move away. "Please, can you..."

Kyle glanced down at her face, eyes slightly narrowed, lips curved into a smile as he felt her legs pushing him inside her. "Why don't we have breakfast now? The syrup is already served." He got down to her breasts and licked up the syrup from her cleavage, before reaching to her mouth kissing her deeply. She eagerly tasted his lips and sweet syrup, "This is even better than kissing Chad, you know?" Sarah quickly noted before diving back in Kyle's lips.

He laughed, feeling her wetness against his thigh as he slowly moved inside her. "Oh, I think you'll find that kissing your daddy is always better." He leaned back from her heavily panting face, watching as she looked up at him with those pleading eyes. "Here, let's have some toast!" Kyle got one slice from the nearest plate and put it in Sarah's open mouth, her lips closing around it. She looked at his exaggeratedly innocent expression and let out a soft chuckle. "Now, do you want syrup with it?"

Sarah pursed her lips, and frowned her brows, as if deep in thought. Then she looked up at Kyle with a sly grin, and eagerly nodded. Kyle smiled at that and went down to her breasts to gather some more syrup, that covered her breasts and slowly trickled down her belly. His tongue collected all that was left on her breasts and pulled back to her face still holding the toast.

Kyle opened his mouth letting the mix of syrup and his saliva drip from his tongue onto her face, covering her mouth, nose and the toast. He pressed his lips against Sarah's, feeling as she feeds him the toast. He could taste the sweetness of the syrup and the saltiness of her skin as their tongues tangled together. He moaned into the kiss, thrusting his cock again. She arched her back, meeting his movement, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, looking down at the mess he'd made of her. Her face was covered in syrup and saliva, and there were droplets trailing down her chin and neck. Her neck, breasts, and belly were all sticky, her nipples hard and red from his lips and teeth. He smiled, watching her lick her lips, removing the last bits of the syrup covered toast. "Wow... that was some breakfast," she panted, her eyes half-closed. "Can I have some more?"

He nodded, reaching for her hips, "But let me make you some syrup of my own first! That way, you can enjoy it much more." He pulled her hips back against him, making her moan again, "Yes Daddy, cover this slut in your sticky white creamy syrup!"

That was the only enlightenment Kyle needed. He thrust into her again, feeling her inner muscles tighten around him. Her body moved with his, her hips rising to meet each stroke. Her hands gripped her breasts, nails digging deep into her nipples gathering the last drops of the sweet syrup that covered them. Kyle down to her grabbing her shoulders for better leverage, feeling his climax building up inside him.

Her breath was ragged, her face flushed, her eyes half-closed as she moaned his name. "Oh Daddy, I'm cumming... I need... your..."

Feeling his own climax, Kyle couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled back from her, feeling his release surging through him, and started cumming all over her, covering her breasts, stomach, and face in his hot, sticky cum. She moaned loudly as he came, laughing when his cum splashed onto her face. "Oh fuck, Daddy, that's so good!" she exclaimed, and fell down on the kitchen table, her limbs spread wide.

Kyle sat on his chair, watching Sarah, her body still spread on the table, covered in his cum and syrup. He smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over him. He could see her still catching her breath, her breasts rising and falling with each inhale and exhale, her stomach slowly returning to its normal position. The sight of her like this, so open and ****, so covered in his essence, filled him with a warmth that spread from his chest to his groin.

"Well, are you going to eat the rest of your breakfast? I have not made all this syrup for nothing!" Sarah laughed again at his groggy expression. She giggled, running her fingers through his cum that was covering down her stomach. "Of course Daddy, I will make sure it would not go to waste! I'm still starving!"

Kyle grinned as she licked her fingers, her tongue darting out to collect every last drop of his essence. She then reached out for another toast and used it to collect his cum from her neck and down, making it glisten in the morning light. "Thank you, Daddy. Now I can enjoy a proper protein-filled breakfast."