Lying on his back, Eric wondered how he had gotten so lucky so quickly. Here he was in this gorgeous, red headed woman's apartment, drenched with warm sugary syrup and butter slathered over a stack of hotcakes balanced on his abdomen, about to have her warm tongue lick the mess up.
Ginger leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You dirty boy! Do I need to clean you up?"
"Yes please", Eric replied breathlessly.
Slowly, she began to lick the syrup now dribbling down over the curvatures and crevasses of his body. Her tongue was deft and strong, stroking his skin and lapping up the thick liquid. Eric felt his erection hardening and he wanted her. His body began to tremble with excitement. The stack of hotcakes began to slide off his belly and onto the kitchen floor. Neither Eric nor Ginger noticed, both becoming so enthralled with the other's body that they had forgotten the treat.
"I want you so badly and I don't even know your name", Ginger moaned
Eric was taken aback- could he really have been so ill-mannered that he had forgotten to introduce himself? He was getting so caught up in Ginger's beauty and his own lust that he was acting in a crazy manner. He sat bolt upright and thrust his hand in her direction.
"I'm Eric", he mumbled. "Sorry I forgot to introduce myself beforehand. You really caught me offguard."
Ginger was also taken aback. How could her plot to seduce this man have failed? She had brought him to the brink of pleasure and here he was, sitting nude in the middle of her kitchen floor, trying to shake her hand?
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