She accepts.

"Yes." She said flatly. "Yes. I am so horny I can barely even focus now. A little release before dinner may help a bit." She gave him a sheepish smile.

He gave her a nod. "Good. I was wondering when you would ask", he said with a wide, wolfish grin.

In a single fluid motion, Joy dropped to his knees, hooked his thumbs around her shorts and pulled them down, and buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking. His technique was immaculate, his tongue long and dexterous. He groaned and hummed as he did so, her fruity feminine sweetness making his cock hard. His heart hammered in his ears and, still squatting on the ground, he worked his shorts off, letting his four-inch cock free.

Izzy gasped and groaned as she felt an orgasm crest and fall upon her, gripping Joy's white hair and humping his face aggressively, like his face was nothing but a sex toy. He groaned, the vibrations making her orgasm again, pre-cum dripping from his twitching cock and pooling on the ground. He hissed as his tongue slithered inside her, and she clenched tight around both it and the fingers that slithered into her.

Almost as much as the mechanics of the sex she relished in the attention. He thought she was hot! Orgasm-butterflies swarmed up from her belly and chest, flooding her skull and drowning her thought. A man was taking an interest in her!

She had yet another orgasm, sex juices streaming down her toned thighs as she squeezed his skull between her thighs. Another orgasm. Another. One after another, each wave cresting higher and higher, until her mind dissolved into erotic static.

Joy suckled Izzy's delicious, squirming flesh. With his hand, he kneaded his small, erect cock, groaning at the waves of pleasure surging through him. He was orgasming more or less continuously, cum splattering and pooling on the floor, its smell filling the air like incense.

The egg timer on the counter dinged twenty minutes.

Joy pulled away, stood up, and kissed her long and soft on her lips. The mega-orgasm this provoked shocked her back to reality. They pulled their pants back up as they scrambled to begin serving.

"Now that we've worked up an appetite, let's eat."

Tomato-based-soup-that-is-not-tomato-soup, served in hollowed-out sourdough-loaf bowls. Rustic, but a delightful reward for their labor. For desert, they had blackberries, from Joy's own backyard garden.

Once they had finished eating, Joy stood up, walked around, and sat in her lap. His smell filled her nose, and she resisted the urge to giggle as she was tickled by him holding her wrists and licking the berry-juice from her hands.

Eventually, he led her by the wrist, up stairs, to his bedroom. His smell was agonizingly intense here, sweet and musky, such that her arousal threatened to soak through her pants. His kissing her on her throat, sucking and nibbling, gave her a delightful mini-orgasm.

The room was fairly small, kept clean. A narrow bed, just barely big enough for two if they spooned,

"Undress, Izzy" Joy whispered.

Izzy pulled off her crop-top, her shorts, her panties. She stood before him, tanned and toned, small breasts and nipples rock hard, arousal dripping down her legs. He stripped likewise, his body of a kind to hers, before slipping off to rummage in his closet. Eventually he came out with a double-ended strap-on.

He sat down on the bed, laying the strap beside himself, as he smiled warmly at her.

"Now then. I have a simple question for you. Would you like to be active, or passive? Give, or receive? Do you have the strength and resolve to fuck me, or would you rather be fucked?"

Her heart warred against itself, her entire body shivering with arousal.