Can we go straight to dessert?

"Oh, well, thanks for the offer, but I had some before the storm hit. I wouldn't mind having some dessert though."

"Well, John, by that erection you're sporting I can tell you aren't thinking about food. My husband took the kids for a week, and I've been so lonely. I'm glad you happened to find the house."

With that, she leaned over and began kissing me. Her hands one by one undid the buttons on her blouse, unleasing the luscious melons underneath. My hands went straight for them and began massaging them. She put a hand down my pants and played with my balls. I took one of my hands and took off her pants slowly. She followed suit, all the while kissing me passionately, and we were soon as naked as the day we came into this world. I had a hand in her snatch, and another working her nipples. She still had one hand on my balls, and the other jacking me off. I came first, and she followed suit moments later.

"Ah, fresh come. Would you like to eat some too, John?"

"No, that's alright. You finish it off."

She greedily consumed the semen that had splashed onto her hand and onto my stomach and took great pains to ensure that not one drop was missed.

"mmm, that was good. And look, you're already getting hard again. Ready for another round?"