Valentine's Day Special, Part 10

You walk up to Blackfire, who stays seated. You open the mustard bottle, and she smiles slyly.

"On me," she asks, "or you?"

"I was thinking both."

You squirt some mustard on your stomach, and Blackfire leaps to her knees to lap it up. You give another squirt, but on her nose. She giggles as she lets it slide down and onto her lips. She licks the mustard up, and straightens up.

"Could I get some mustard for the 'hot dog'?" she asks with a wink.

You squirt more mustard down your stomach and onto the "hot dog". Blackfire hungrily laps and licks up the mustard. Her slick tongue feels great on your skin, as does the cool yellow condiment.

Blackfire gives the "hot dog" kisses up and down, and pulls you down by the hand. You pour mustard all over her lovely chest, and lick it up like you did the syrup that morning. Blackfire becomes more amorous, and pulls you close, making you clean up every bit.

Blackfire turns around and gets on her elbows and knees. She moves her hair aside, and you oil her up with the mustard. You lick it up, starting with the lower back, and making your way up to her shoulders.

"Saffire~," she giggles, "I think your 'hot dog' wants to be placed inside my buns!"

"I think so, too!" you chuckle as you straighten your back.

You place a hand on her hip, and smooth the "hot dog" between the "buns". They're so soft and plump, you just want to give them a nip with your teeth. But instead, you do as the "dog" wants and place it inside her "sleeve".

The level of satisfaction shouldn't be possible with the amount of times you've felt this, but it is! You are in a euphoria as you move back and forth, and so is Blackfire! She drops from her elbows, and now half her body is in the sand, only her hair keeping the white grains from sticking to her.

You put the mustard bottle down, and now place your other hand on her other hip. You go at it powerfully, and Blackfire starts moaning so loud, it overshadows the squawking of the gulls.

Blackfire arches her back and raises her rear, and now you and her are on your toes as you push into her. Blackfire grips the sand in her hand as she gives one last, long cry, and you give one last, strong thrust. Both of you reach your max together, and you collapse on top of her.

Panting and laughing, the two of you roll over, and watch the sunny sky until the feeling in your legs return.