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fiery hair
tangled around her face, her eyes glassy and dark.
    "You're right, baby. This was a much
better idea than chocolate or whipped cream." He stooped down,
plucking one of the twisted treats from her stomach. He licked and
kissed her skin as he pulled the snack into his mouth. "There’s
only so many sweets one can eat. But pretzels,” he moved an inch
further down her body, sucking up another snack just above her
navel. She moaned as his tongue darted into the sensitive dip of
her belly button. "…I can eat them all day long."
    "I know," she moaned, thrusting her
hips towards his mouth. He scooped up another pretzel, nipping on
her stomach an inch from her where his birthday cake sat covering
the best treat of all.
    "But they are making me pretty
thirst." He stood up and she released a desperate whine.
    He picked up the bottle of beer beside
her and took a long deep swig. The bottle was sweaty and cold. The
foamy liquid slid down his throat, washing away the remaining
pretzel bits from his mouth. But he didn’t taste any of it with
Callie’s hungry eyes fastened on him. Watching him with more
interest than the starting kickoff of the super bowl. As if nothing
else existed.
    He smiled, a wicked idea forming in
his mind. "This is good beer, but I can think of a way to make it
better."
    Callie watched as he tipped the bottle
and poured a third of it across her stomach. She let out a hiss as
the cool liquid splattered against her heated skin. He bent over
her, running his tongue along her belly and sucking up some of the
frothy brew. The earthy taste of malt, hops and Callie mingled in
his mouth. His lips ran across the slight ridges of her abdomen,
and she squealed when he sucked the liquid from the indent of her
navel.
    “I do n’t know which is
making me drunker, the beer or you.”
    Callie laughed, the sound quickly
turned into a moan as his tongue swiped the skin of her tummy, from
one hipbone to the other. His nose close enough to smell the need
wafting from her pussy. The taste of beer and sugary frosting
swirled together across his taste buds, along with the tangy sweet
flavor that was Callie. Eric fought the urge to moan, his cock an
iron rod between his legs and his balls two aching hard
stones.
    "Now I'm ready for a little dessert."
He smiled, heading back towards the cake. Licking a dollop of
frosting from her stomach, he slowly crept down her body, inching
closer and closer to her cunt. Callie was sweet enough on her own.
She had the most delicious pussy he'd ever tasted. The frosting
only made her sweeter.
    He lifted the cake and deposited it on
the empty plate next to her. No doubt the same plate it had
originally come from, the edges still smeared with yellow frosting.
Spreading her legs wide, he moved between them. "Oh baby," and this
time he did moan in shock. "You shaved!" He stared down at her
naked pussy, barely concealed by smeared buttercream.
    She nodded. "I didn't want to get hair
in your cake."

    His entire body roared to life, his
blood boiling and his brain short circuiting. Callie had shaved all
the hair from her pussy, leaving him a nice clean surface to enjoy.
He growled at her, suddenly ravenous.
    Wrapping his hands around her thighs,
he pulled her to the edge of the table. Slowly, he licked along her
now smooth pussy lips, enjoying the shivers his touch created,
interlaced with vanilla and sugar.
    “Oh God!” She screamed. Her hips
jerked, but he held her tightly in place.
    “Does that feel good baby?” He opened
his eyes, deliberately meeting her forest gaze. Her puffy lips fell
open in surprise.
    “So good,” she responded on another
moan. “It’s so sensitive. I can feel every little brush and breath
down there.”
    Eric smiled, deliberately letting out
a deep exhale across her sensitive bare flesh, the contractions of
her thigh muscles satisfying against his palms. “Maybe you’ll have
to keep it this way for a while.” He ran his fingers down her slit,
pulling back