I used to think that cooking for someone was an act of care. Now, I understand it’s an act of worship. Tonight, I made his favorite meal, and while he ate, my mind wasn’t on the food. It was on the memory of last night, when he pushed my head down onto his lap under this very table. The taste of his cock filling my mouth, my own wetness soaking through my panties as I swallowed every salty drop. I love feeding him, but I live for the moments he feeds me in return. The hunger between us is a sacred thing. 🍽️🔥 #HungryForMore #DomesticBliss