Chocolate-Flavored Peen! #TasteThePeen
My example of how romance novels could be improved if authors were to make peens smell and taste like chocolate. It is only fair since nipples so often taste/smell like fruit/berries/candy! Enjoy!
Bonnie stared when Franklin finally revealed his fully engorged cock, which was bobbing slightly against his washboard abs and seemed to be reaching out to her. She could almost hear it call to her âTouch me. Taste me.â She couldnât help but move forward as she went to obey its subliminal commands.
Once she got close to Franklin, she got down on her knees wanting only to get her mouth on his beautiful tool.
âIt is majestic, Franky. So long and thick. It is going to feel amazing inside of me, pounding my pussy. But first, I need to suck this cock. My mouth is watering.â As soon as she finished speaking, Bonnie reached out to gently touch his cock and was impressed by its velvety heat and strength.
âIt stands tall for you, my love. I have dreamed of your mouth for weeks now . . . . â Whatever else Franklin might have said was lost as Bonnie finally grasped his dick and started rubbing her cheeks all over it.
âYou smell divine. I cannot wait any longer.â
Bonnie took hold of his cock with her right hand to hold it at a good angle. Then she stuck her tongue out as far as she could and ran it from base to tip several times before taking it as far into her mouth as she was able.
âMmmmm  . . . ,â she moaned letting it slip out of her mouth for a moment. âYou taste amazing. Like the finest chocolate with a hint of sea salt. I might not be able to stop blowing you.â
Once finished speaking, Bonnie went back to licking the best tasting cock she had ever encountered. The flavor was amazing, addictive even. It was so smooth, both the flavor and the texture. She could feel herself getting greedy as her vagina began leaking her special honey sauce. But Bonnie knew her pussy might not get any action because she wasnât sure she was ever going to let Frankyâs cock leave her mouth.
Wanting more, Bonnie began to suck his cock with abandon, as if it would spurt chocolate like the fountain at her cousinâs wedding last week. She needed that chocolate jizz. She could taste a hint of salty chocolate goodness in Franklinâs pre-come. It was driving her crazy.
âOooh love . . . . . . . What are you doing to me? Your mouth is like heaven. I canât hold on much longer.â
âThen donât, Franky. Give me your hot load.â With that, Bonnie went back to sucking the head of his cock. She wrapped both her hands tightly around the base and started twisting them rapidly. It didnât take long for Franklin to tense up, grab her head and start thrusting.
Several thrusts later, Bonnie was rewarded with copious spurts of ejaculate that did indeed taste like the most sinful chocolate ever made. Sadly, it was over too soon. Bonnie had swallowed every last drop but was already thinking about how long it would be until she could get more.








