The Deviled Egg Made Me Do It

by Holly Wilde

“Damn, girl! Your ass is so fine it jiggles even more than that weird jelly thing your aunt brings to holiday meals.”

“These hands are magic, baby. Just let me know the time and place and I’ll show you myself.”

I’ll take that stick right out of your ass and put something even better up there.”

He peeks at my backside before shaking his head, “It’s hard to tell through those jeans, but I’m pretty sure that juicy fruit is hiding something up there.”

a part of me was scared he would taste sulfuric or curdled. In reality, his kiss is warm and salty, like creamy fresh mozzarella.

My mind eagerly slips into thoughts of what his cum will taste like as it dribbles down my chin. I hope that all of him is this creamy and delectable.

My egg man is ready to get fully undressed, and show me just how hard boiled his body really is.

I can’t 😂

Muscles carved from a diet of lean protein are covered in curls of green hair that smell like chives.

Mesmerized, I watch his hand wrap around a dick that’s as thick as a baguette and nearly as long. Beating the beastly thing like he’s making an omelet, he strokes down to the tuft of pubic herbs before squeezing back up. The egg-shaped head tipped with tiny horns glistens as he fists himself.

I look over and see Damien filling the last one with his secret sauce. Squeezing the tip of his cock, a charming little flower of filling swirls into the boat. Setting it down beside the rest, he takes a pinch of paprika and sprinkles the spice effortlessly onto the top. The final touches have him reaching for my kitchen shears, which he uses to clip a bit of chives from the space just above his balls.

Oh my goddddd 😂😂

“So, what’s in this secret sauce? I’m pretty good at discerning flavors, and I’m curious if it’s nut-based.”