Lovemore heads out of Baker’s Bakery, turning to the side of the building and disappearing into the alleyway beside it. Glancing over his shoulder, he reaches into this top and pulls a small wand. Approaching the side entrance to the building, he taps it with his wand until he hears a satisfying “click.”
“Bingo,” he chuckles, slipping his wand back in and slipping inside.
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Baker bites his lip, watching the dik-dik lady sitting before him.
“Something the matter?” Lerato asks. “You built this body to serve me tonight, didn’t you?”
“Yes, darling,” he says, sighing, reaching up. His hands slip up along her calves, past her knees, and to her thighs. “Though, I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to me as if I were a soulless machine.”
“I love machines,” Lerato says. “I spend most of my life around them, watching them, building them, unleashing their true potential.”
“Is that so?” he asks, kissing at her thigh. “That is most fascinating.”
“I would really love to know more about you,” she says, breathing gently quickening. “And not just use you to fuck me. I meant no offense.
He smiles and lifts one thigh, letting it rest on his shoulder. He kisses underneath it, slipping her dress up with his free hand as he does. “Mmm…”
She hooks her leg behind his head, her gloved hand stroking up and down her collar. “Do you like giving girls head, Baker?” she asks. “Seems like you do.”
He pulls his lips free from her fur, a soft breath against her thigh. “I like giving people the experiences of delight. Hearing your every breath, feeling your every movement. Tasting your desire, that is what I do.” He presses his lips to her labia, giving it a soft and quick kiss.
He continues, “Your husband must love you very much to not spend his money on me himself.”
She sinks into the seat a little, her head against the back. “Maybe we can, mmm, see, gather some more funds to let him have a ride.”
“You can enjoy more cake if you desire,” the baker says, slipping out his tongue. He presses it to the bottom of the lip and slowly drags it up along her.
“Ah… h…” she huffs, biting her lip and pushing her hips upward.
The Baker slips his hands underneath her, supporting her hips, her ass, pushing her closer to his face.
His nose squishes up against her clit, rubbing back and forth, stimulating that button with waves of delight.
Lerato’s eyes flutter back as she glances off toward the door. When it doesn’t open after a few seconds, she turns back to the femmy server and places a gloved hand upon his head. “Don’t mind if I., ah… have some…” she says, pushing herself up and reaching for the cart.
That’s when he lets his tongue dip inside, teasing at the entrance, slipping within.
She squeezes his head between her thighs. It’s soft but not as smooth as she’d imagine, so she squeezes harder, pushing him in. “Ah… a-amazing, mmm… skill and… ah. Craftsmanship! I can’t ah, oh!”
She drops the cake on her chest as the tongue reaches her sweet spot. She rolls her eyes back, her whole body shaking and shuddering as she runs her hands through her hair and grips at the back of the chair. She can’t find any place to be still as she wriggles about. “R… right there!” she says, “just like that!”
“Oh, I know,” he says, pulling back, his voice peaking up from her pubic mound, sparkling in delight. “Enjoy the next few minutes, Madam.”
With that, he returns to her and lets out a low and deep moan, leaning forward, gripping his hair, finding her fingers smushing that frosting that tops him, getting coated in that icing.
“A… ah… the structural, mmm, integrity is, ha!’
He squeezes her thighs, pushing himself forward, pushing herself back against the seat, basically squishing her against it, keeping her from going anywhere.
But why would she want to go anywhere? He is a pure and straightforward machine, giving the delights that no man living could do. He has none of the mistakes or the tirelessness or the stumblings that could get in the way of her perfect orgasm.
“I can’t belie-huh heeve, you’re so, ah, go… goood!” she gasps.  It’s like you were, mmm, made for this!”
He pulls his face away from her. “It doesn’t matter what we’re made for, darling,” he says, flashing a saucy glare at her. “What matters is we are happy.”
She tilts her head, catching her breath. “And you aren’t happy, are you?”
“I’m in a rut, really,” he says. “But today isn’t about me, Madam. It’s about you.”
He dives right back in there, hitting her in all the right spots once more, holding her thighs tight, a gentle growl rising up from his chest.
“Ah, fuck! B-boy has, ahhh, bite!” she gasps as he lifts her up, pulling her from the back of the chair and knocking her back so she’s on her shoulders.
He continues to slurp and suck and delve deep into her with his candy tongue, staring up at the doorway himself.
And he stops, dropping the dik-dik.
“H-hey, what are you doing!?” she gasps.
“I see you!” Baker says, arms akimbo, tapping his foot. “You’d better come in here right this instant!
The door opened, and through it, Lovemore, his ears down, eyes cast in a different direction.
“So, you couldn’t afford the service and decided to peek in?” Baker asks. “You should know I don’t take kindly to people who steal from me.”