Get nasty with the pizza

"Go get some pizza from your car" Erin says. And Jennifer gives her a curious look. She was, no doubt, expecting some wild sexual request. Not this.

"Are you hungry?" Jennifer asks, half teasing.

"No" Erin shakes her head. She's not laughing. She has a look in her eyes that says she's intent on being obeyed.

"There's pizza right here." Jennifer insists.

"It has to be someone else's pizza" Erin clarifies.

"Cause I thought..." Jennifer starts to protest, but it stopped when she feels Erin's hand smack her across the face. Her mouth drops. Then it slowly curls into a smile.

"I told you it would hurt. Now if you want to be naughty, get the fucking pizza."

Jennifer closes her eyes and nods eagerly, obediently. Then heads for the door. Before opening it up and heading out to her car she turns back toward you and Erin.

"I know you're naked. Go out and get it." Erin insists. And like that, Jennifer disappears out through your front door. You and Erin exchange looks. Erin is in something akin to orgasmic Nirvana right now, giving orders, demanding obedience, perverting a willing but naive young girl. You know better than to intrude on this moment. You're quite keen to just watch.

And Jennifer returns with a box of pizza. She holds it out to Erin.

"Put it on the floor" Erin orders. Jennifer does. "Open it" Erin orders. Jennifer does.

The delicious smell of pizza fills the room. It's odd. The smell of pizza is not supposed to co-exist with the smell of sex. It's not supposed to fill your nose as your in the presence of your nude, wildly horny girlfriend and a pretty young Italian girl the both of you have just had your way with. But a lot of things that aren't supposed to happen are about to happen.

"Squat" Erin orders. Jennifer's face suddenly gets it. At least it seems to. She smiles, and positions herself above the pizza, legs apart, squatting.

It smells so delicious. Your cock twitches. Your stomach rumbles. Your senses don't know what to make of the scene. But they know they enjoy watching when Erin leans in and gives Jennifer's body a long lick, from her navel to her hardened right nipple. Jennifer closes her eyes an moans.

And then, as expected, Erin slides her hand toward Jennifer's clit.

And she starts to rub.

A bit, then more. Then more then more. And it's not long before Jennifer starts to squeal again. The sound is delightful and it only encourages your girlfriend to rub her fingers more furiously at Jennifer's clit. Jennifer's face is red. Her already wet body is speckled with goosebumps and sweat once again. She grits her teeth as she squeals.

Erin still rubs her soft fingers at Jennifer's hard clit. More. More. More.

The sound of squealing fills the room.

Erin gives Jennifer's cheek another slap. Just a light tap this time. But enough to know she means business. "Now aren't you glad you listened?"

Jennifer nods obediently again.

And suddenly she's squirting. Juices are flowing from her pussy and squirting wildly all over the top of the delicious pepperoni pizza. Jennifer's mouth opens for another inaudible scream.

And then it's done. Jennifer falls to her butt, next to the pizza. Her flat chest heaves up and down. She's cum again. She's having quite the evening.

The pizza glistens with meat, cheese, grease, and now a girl's sweet juices.

Jennifer looks up at Erin with a naughty expression. "Now what? Do you want me to get on my hands and knees and it it all?"

Erin scoffs. "No. I want you to deliver it."

Jennifer looks shocked. She wasn't expecting that.

"You have the address for your next delivery, right?" Erin is all business.

Jennifer nods. She grabs her phone from a the pocket of a bundled up pile of her discarded clothes. She glances at it "Yeah, it came through."

"Good" Erin says. "You're going to deliver it, an share your juice with someone unexpected. Understand?" Jennifer doesn't respond. "Understand?"

"Oh, yes" Jennifer lifts her head from her phone. "I just got distracted, cause... I know this address."