Too Hungry to Wait

Story

This one’s still a talk-based video, but somehow… the more we talked, the fewer clothes we had on 😅 Wifey’s little "Hmm" can be said in a hundred different tones — shy, teasing, or trying hard not to lose control. The voice was whisper-soft, and it drove me crazy. “Come here.” I whispered. “Noo~” he pouted. I leaned closer. “Come on~” He blushed, and finally moved toward me. Our breaths intertwined. That night he was so much sensitive than he is now — just a touch or a look could make him tremble. He whispered, “I can’t…” and I couldn’t stop smiling, watching him fall into my arms. I teased him about his putting on a little extra lately. He glared at me right away, "Rude much?" I tried to hug him; he pulled back, “Who wants your hug? You called me chubby!” The more he pouted, the more I wanted to kiss him. It was already dinner time 🍱 He kept saying he was hungry, but I just wanted to stay close. We planned to come back after dinner and take our time. We didn't want to rush and spoil it. But his eyes told a different story. 🥵 That look — full of heat and longing — made me be completely consumed by lust. His body trembled under my touch, with breath quickening and growing more and more ragged. “Just wait a little longer?” I whispered. “You liar…” he said, eyes red. I smiled and leaned in. “Okay then… right now.” All that longing we’d held back for so long burst forth utterly over that night.