I wake you up with the smell of baked goods, drifting light ..

I wake you up with the smell of baked goods, drifting light and warm into the bedroom. You come out into the kitchen to see me, nude except for an apron that barely covers the front, and does nothing to hide my ample ass from behind. I beckon you over to have you try a sample, a taste, of the icing I've made. You smirk at the texture, the consistency reminding you of how you'd covered me just last night with your jizz. "Is it good?" I ask, smiling innocently as I set the bowl down on the counter and turn to face you. "I like it," you say, only to wrap a hand around my waist and pull me close, snug against your front. I bit my lip. "Mm...good," I sigh. "I woke up...hungry." "Yeah? For scones?" You chuckle, brushing your nose down my neck, placing a kiss at my collarbone as you hold me tight still. "Not...exactly." I smile, threading my fingers up through your hair and tugging, pulling your head back so I can kiss you. The taste of lemon and icing is bright and sugary on my tongue. "I want more of what you did to me last night," I turn around and bend over, pulling my cheeks apart to show off a purple gem, a princess plug, shoved inside my ass. "I want you to fuck me again, fill me back up." I sigh, which turns into a moan when you push your thumb against the plug, moving it inside me. "How do we ask for what we want?" You slide your other hand around my hip to the front, slipping through the wet mess of my pussy; it's already soaking with just the thought of you fucking me again. "Please," I gasp, hands bracing against the countertop as I spread my legs wide, "please Sir." You grin against my bare back, placing a kiss between my shoulder blades, fingers pausing for a moment from circling my hard clit. "...good girl."