The sun’s gentle rays caressed my face, pulling me from my slumber. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was in Geena’s bed, with the warm embrace of her soft sheets wrapped around me. It didn’t take long for the memory of last night to come flooding back, igniting a hunger deep within me. My fingers grazed over the empty space beside me, confirming that Geena had already risen. Suddenly, I remembered her promise to bake cinnamon rolls this morning.

“Ah, sweet cinnamon heaven,” I whispered, sitting up and stretching my arms overhead. A familiar scent filled the air, signaling that Geena had indeed kept her word. The aroma guided my gaze to the nightstand where a neatly rolled joint awaited me – a Saturday morning tradition.

“Good morning, my little friend,” I grinned as I picked it up, sparking the end with my trusty lighter. The soothing smoke filled my lungs, and I exhaled, feeling the tension in my body melt away. The world became a haze of warmth and comfort as my thoughts drifted towards the delicious day ahead: mouth-watering cinnamon rolls, steaming hot coffee, and hours upon hours of mind-blowing sex with Geena.

“God, I love Saturdays,” I mused, feeling the high settle in. Geena’s strict no-staying-over-during-the-week rule had been tough to follow, but it only made our weekends even more intense. Friday nights were a whirlwind of passion, and by the time Saturday arrived, we were both insatiable.

“Who knew getting good grades could be so…rewarding?” I chuckled to myself. The anticipation of what was to come made my pulse quicken, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unique connection Geena and I shared. She brought out a side of me I never knew existed, and I would do anything for her – even if it meant chasing after academic excellence.

I stretched my arms out, feeling the tightness in my muscles release. Taking a whiff of my pits, I recoiled at the scent. The smell was a heady combination of carnal desire and physical exertion from our night of passionate fucking. “Damn, guess it’s time for a shower,” I muttered to myself. It was a mix of sweat and sex.

I stumbled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom, The small room was connected to the bedroom by a single door, making it convenient to jump out of her bed and hit the shower. Stepping into the shower, I adjusted the water temperature before grabbing the pink bar of floral soap that Geena always kept stocked.

“Guess I’m going to smell like a flower shop for a bit,” I chuckled, lathering up my body with the fragrant suds. I could handle smelling a little girly for a bit. Afterall, this was Saturday Fuckfest day, so I knew I’d be smelling of sweat and sex soon enough!

As the warm water cascaded over me, the memories of last night’s activities were still fresh in my mind. Geena had been insatiable, taking full control as she lovingly dominated me. She had bent me over her couch, her body pressed against mine, and with a wicked grin, slowly pushed inside me. As always, that initial shock of being penetrated quickly gave way to intense pleasure as she expertly fucked my ass. I couldn’t believe how good it felt – the mixture of pain and pleasure was indescribable. Geena knew exactly how to push my buttons and make me feel incredible.

“God, she knows how to make me feel good,” I thought, my arousal growing from the memories. My hand instinctively drifted down towards my cock and gripped my hardness as my thoughts on last night’s experience continued to bring me to full mast.

After she had been pegging me on the couch for what seemed like an eternity, we had moved to the bedroom, where Geena pushed me onto her bed and straddled me, her hips grinding down onto my throbbing cock. Her long hair swayed with each movement as she kept her eyes locked on mine with an intense desire. Her body was a blur of motion as she rode me hard, the headboard slamming against the wall so hard we brought down some pictures she had on the wall.

We rode the wave of ecstasy together, finally collapsing into a sweaty, tangled mess of limbs and satisfied moans.

“Last night was… incredible,” I mused, feeling my heart swell with appreciation for the woman who has shown me a whole new world of pleasure.

Just as I was about to reach the point of no return, I realized I didn’t want to waste my load in the shower. “No, I should save this for Geena,” I thought, reluctantly releasing my grip on my throbbing cock. The anticipation for what was to come only heightened my excitement. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a small hand towel from the rack since it was the only one available.

“Looks like I’ll need to do some laundry for Geena today,” I thought as I dried off my body with the tiny towel, barely getting the job done. I walked back into the bedroom, searching for something to wear among the clothes strewn about. I found my boxers from last night, gave them a quick sniff – they were still pretty fresh – and slipped them on before heading out into the living room.

The aroma of brewing coffee hit me first, and just as I was on my way to grab my first cup, I saw her. There she was, Geena, sitting naked in the armchair, her long auburn hair cascading down her curvaceous frame, her full breasts begging to be touched. On top of her head was the silly black tophat she got for one of her parties.

My heart raced at the sight of her and I grinned, feeling the fire of desire course through my veins.

As I took in the site of Geena sitting in the chair, completely naked except for the funny tophat, I couldn’t help myself: “Why are you wearing that hat?”

“Really, Mike? That’s what you’re focusing on right now?” Geena smirked, her eyes dancing with mischief. “More importantly, why are you wearing anything at all?”

I blinked in surprise, feeling a jolt of excitement run down my spine. She had just ordered me to undress. Heat rose to my cheeks as I hastily obeyed, dropping my boxers without a second thought. As they hit the floor, my hardon stood proudly on display.

“Good boy,” Geena purred, her gaze locked onto mine. “Now, I just put some cinnamon rolls in the oven. You have until the timer goes off to make me cum.” Her command was firm, yet playful. “Kneel and get to work.”

My heart raced as I dropped to my knees without hesitation and focused on the task at hand. I knew I’d do whatever it took to bring Geena the pleasure she desired. The ticking of the oven timer served as a constant reminder that time was not on my side – but I refused to let that stop me. With each passing second, my determination would grow stronger, fueled by my love for Geena and my insatiable hunger for her satisfaction.

She sat in front of me, a vision of dominance and beauty. Her long legs were spread wide, inviting me into her most intimate space. I knelt before her, my mouth watering at the sight of her glistening pink folds, begging to be tasted. Her eyes held a spark of mischief as she looked down at me, her fingers playing with her nipples, already hardened with desire. I couldn’t wait to taste her, to feel her pleasure ripple through her body and into mine.

“Remember, Mike,” she whispered, her voice sultry and commanding, “make me cum before the timer.”

I nodded in response, not needing any further encouragement. I leaned in, my hands resting on her thighs, my fingers lightly tracing patterns on her skin. My face pressed against her softness as I found myself mere inches away from Geena’s glistening pussy.

The smell of her arousal overwhelmed me, driving me deeper into a state of primal need.

“Please me, Mike,” Geena whispered, her voice breathy with anticipation.

Her skin was flushed with arousal, her body trembling with anticipation as I leaned closer to her most intimate space. Her fingers twisted in her hair, her breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath.

Gently, I ran my tongue along her folds, savoring her sweet and salty taste. She let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in my hair, encouraging me to continue.

Her taste was like a heavenly sensation on my tongue, a delicious blend of salty and sweet that made my mouth water. Each lick and flick of my tongue against her sensitive skin was savored, as I couldn’t get enough. As I licked my lips, I could still taste the remnants of our passionate night together, coupled with her newly flowing juices in anticipation of my touch.

With a newfound sense of urgency, I plunged my tongue into her wet folds, lapping up the nectar that had already begun to flow freely. Each stroke of my tongue elicited a moan from my lover, spurring me on in my quest for her pleasure. The sensation of her slick heat surrounding me was nothing short of addictive.

I lapped at her, my tongue flicking against her clit and then delving deep into her tight entrance.

Her soft moans filled the air, mingling with the sound of my own heavy breathing. As I continued to pleasure her, her moans turned into gasps as her hips started bucking against my face. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, her juices coating my tongue and lips.

As I worked, I made use of every technique I’d learned under Geena’s watchful eye. My fingers joined the fray, alternating between teasing her clit and delving inside her welcoming depths. I slid them inside and curled them, hitting her most sensitive spot. It was all about her pleasure, and I intended to give her everything she desired and more.

Despite my best efforts, however, I couldn’t shake the nagging worry that time was slipping away. What if I couldn’t make her cum before the timer went off? The thought gnawed at me, adding an underlying layer of anxiety to the otherwise passionate exchange. But even so, I refused to let it deter me.

Geena’s moans grew louder and more insistent as she tangled her fingers in my hair, urging me deeper. Her hips began to buck against my face, desperate for more contact. “Don’t stop, Mike,” she panted. “You’re doing so well.”

Emboldened by her praise, I redoubled my efforts, determined to bring her to the orgasm she craved. I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch, a testament to the intensity of her arousal. As the oven timer continued to tick down, I knew I couldn’t – and wouldn’t – give up until I’d given Geena the release she deserved.

“Good boy, Mike,” she murmured appreciatively, her voice breathy with lust. “You’re getting so good at this.”

I swelled with pride, my chest warming at the thought of pleasing Geena in such a profound way. Over time, she had trained me well, and I’d discovered tricks that made her shudder with delight. Her guidance had transformed me into a skilled lover, and I was more than happy to put my newfound talents to the test.

“Remember what you learned, baby,” she encouraged, her words punctuated by soft moans. “Use your tongue like that… yes, just like that.”

Under Geena’s tutelage, I had even been given the opportunity to practice my oral skills on some of her female friends, honing my abilities further. The thought sent an extra thrill down my spine as I continued to pleasure her, feeling like a true master of my art.

But despite my best efforts, Geena still hadn’t reached her climax. I could sense her body teetering on the edge, but she hadn’t yet been pushed over the precipice. Desperate to make her cum before the timer ran out, I focused all my attention on the task at hand, letting nothing distract me from my goal.

I flicked my tongue across her clit with renewed vigor, drawing a gasp from Geena’s lips. “Yes, Mike! Just like that!” she cried out, her voice thick with pleasure.

With every stroke of my tongue, every teasing touch of my fingers, Geena drew closer and closer to her orgasm. I could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps, as I brought her ever nearer to the brink. And as the oven timer continued its relentless countdown, I prayed that my efforts would be enough to send her spiraling into ecstasy.

She let out a guttural moan, her back arching off the chair. I could feel her walls clenching

around my fingers, signaling that she was close.

I quickened my pace, my mouth and fingers working in perfect harmony. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room, egging me on to push her further and harder. I could feel her body tensing, her breaths coming in short gasps.

Finally, as if sensing my desperation, Geena’s body tightened almost imperceptibly, signaling the approach of her orgasm. I doubled down on my efforts, swirling my tongue around her clit and curling my fingers inside her, searching for that perfect spot that would push her over the edge.

“Mike! Oh god, Mike!” she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. “I’m so close, baby! Don’t stop!”

With one final, determined stroke of my tongue, Geena’s body convulsed against my face in a explosion of ecstasy. She screamed out in pleasure, her fingers gripping my hair tightly as she rode the waves of her orgasm. She came all over me, her sweet nectar spilling onto my tongue and chin. I did my best to lap up all her juices, savoring the taste of her passion, but Geena’s climax was intense, leaving my face and chest drenched in her wetness.

She collapsed back onto the chair, her chest heaving and her cheeks flushed. But I had been trained not to stop until ordered, so I continued exploring her wetness with my tongue,but just then the timer went off.

“Ah… Ah… Stop, Mike,” she panted, tapping me gently on the shoulder. “That’s enough… for now.”

I stood up, my lips swollen and my face wet with her juices. She pulled me towards her, her lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at having brought Geena to orgasm before the cinnamon rolls were done, even though I barely made it in time.

“Good boy,” Geena purred, her chest heaving as she caught her breath, then stood to go tend to the hot cinammon rolls.

My heart still racing, I leaned back on the floor, basking in the afterglow of Geena’s orgasm. Her taste lingered on my lips and tongue, a delectable reminder of the pleasure I had just given her. My face and chest glistened with her wetness, but I wore it proudly like a badge of honor. Glancing down at my throbbing erection, I couldn’t help but eagerly anticipate our next session.

“Mike, you did amazing,” Geena said breathlessly, her voice laced with satisfaction as she opened the oven door. The sweet aroma of freshly baked cinnamon rolls filled the air, mixing with the intoxicating scent of our passion.

“Thanks, babe,” I replied, grinning widely. “I’ll do anything to please you.”

She pulled the tray of steaming rolls out of the oven, placing them carefully on the countertop. “I know you will, my good boy,” she cooed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. I felt a shiver run up my spine at the sound of her words, knowing full well that more erotic challenges awaited me.

Geena fixed me a plate with a warm roll and poured a hot cup of coffee, then sauntered over to me with her sultry swagger. She handed me the plate and cup, and I took them gratefully, my hands still trembling from the intensity of our encounter.

“Thank you, Geena,” I said sincerely, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” she replied, kneeling down beside me and gently stroking my cheek. “Now eat up, because I’m about to put some cookies in the oven, and we both know what that means.”

“Another race against the clock?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” she confirmed with a devilish grin. “And this time, I expect you to make me cum even harder before that timer goes off.”

“Challenge accepted,” I declared, biting into the warm, gooey cinnamon roll as my mind raced with thoughts of how to please Geena in new and exciting ways. The taste of the roll on my tongue only served to remind me of her own intoxicating flavor, and I couldn’t wait for the next round – our passionate game of desire and devotion.