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his way up her belly nibbling scrambled eggs as he went, pushing her chair back farther and farther from the table.
    She gave up on any semblance of proper table etiquette and slid onto the floor next to him. She grabbed the plate from the table on her way down, shoving a handful of egg into her own mouth before smearing more egg and a bit of tomato across her breasts and belly. Lying back she let Tino nibble and lap his breakfast off her body until she was writhing and grinding on the floor beneath his enthusiastic tongue.
    He surprised her by taking a rasher of bacon from the plate and offering it to her, mouth to mouth. It was almost like a porn version of Lady and the Tramp as they gnawed and nibbled their way to each other’s mouth, tongues lapping and lips smacking the salty savoury taste of the meat.
    She plucked a nice plump mushroom from the plate. It reminded her of the tip of a cock as she eased it between her slippery folds far enough that Tino had to work to get it out.
    But Tino didn’t mind working for his breakfast. And by the time he had extricated the mushroom, she was completely convinced his tongue was prehensile. His face glistening with her juices, the mushroom pressed daintily between his lips, he slid up her sticky body and offered her the morsel with its unique sauce of their lovemaking. Together they gulped down the tangy fungus between gasps for breath, breath which seemed to be harder and harder to get as their meal continued.
    She gulped a bite of toast then wiped the honey and butter from the remains of it in circular motions around her nipples. Tino watched wide-eyed, his cock standing at full attention, his balls resting heavily on his thigh. She could see the silky droplets of precome now seeping from the domed tip of his erection. As he lunged forward to suckle her honeyed nipples, she ran a thumb over the slick tip of his penis. A shudder climbed up through him, and a deep-throated moan vibrated against her areola. ‘You poor thing. You’re so uncomfortable, aren’t you?’ she crooned. ‘You really need to come, don’t you, darling? Let me help you then. Let me make you feel better.’
    The suckling pressure of his lips against her nipple became almost painful. She opened her thighs and lifted her hips. He eased into her like his cock had a built-in homing device and her pussy was home. Just as he did, she dumped the remaining eggs and tomatoes onto her stomach and wiped them up over her breasts. If he were shocked, he gave no indication. He simply lowered his head to lick a trail of tomato juice from between her breasts as he pushed into her with a satisfied grunt.
    Their bodies squished and slurped and humped against the banquet spread over her belly. Occasionally he came up from the press of her for a nibble or for a tidbit to offer her, mouth to mouth.
    In the strange erotic mix of eating and feeding and slippery, slidey fucking, she came in trembling shockwaves, and his tightening grip told her he was about to do the same.
    ‘Tino,’ she breathed, ‘I want you to come on my stomach. I want to see you unload. Do it!’ Her command surprised her in its forcefulness. But she needn’t have worried that he wouldn’t obey. He withdrew from her and straddled her belly, offering a harsh groan just before a vicious spurt of semen arched over her stomach and breasts followed by another and another and another.
    Then she pulled him back down onto her. Caught off-guard, he slipped and slid across her belly catching his breath in heavy gasps. She pushed him off onto the floor, knelt next to him, and began to lick the slippery mix of breakfast and come from his belly. She felt a primitive sense of power and hunger that made her skin tingle all over, made her raise her arse and wriggle it as though she were ready to be mounted again.
    Tino responded by growling and curling his fingers in her hair, pulling her down into an animal rough and tumble on the floor, licking and tasting and