Thanksgiving Special 2022

Transcript

Every year around the holidays, the same argument is had at millions of tables across the world. Is it stuffing, or is it dressing? What makes it which? Well, we're going to answer that question once and for all.

It's quite simple, actually, when you break it down. It's stuffing if you're getting stuffed while you made it. It's dressing if somebody was undressing you.

And if I undress you, and stuff you, then the real treat was you, wasn't it? So go ahead, wiggle your ass at me again from the kitchen. See how all that works out for you.

See if I don't join you in the kitchen, and slide one of my hands into your back pocket, just to get a good feeling of your ass, and pull you close to me. Come in and check on the progress of the food, you see. And not for any more nefarious purposes.

Oh, it's going well? Very good. It smells incredible.

It smells delicious. Although that may be you. Hmm, we can't rule that out, can we? And to find out for sure, I put my lips right against your neck, and take a big, deep inhale, and it certainly seems to be you.

And now we have an entirely different set of circumstances. Because your ass is still in my hand, my lips are against the base of your neck, and there are goosebumps all up and down your arm. Mmm.

No, keep going. I'm not going to interrupt. I'm just going to stand here and take you in for a second, and hold you close, and watch you work.

And keep pressing my lips against your neck. Mmm, fuck. No, don't lift your head up for me.

Eyes on what you're doing. Good, very good. Now keep that same concentration, no matter what.

Do you understand? Good. Because the first thing we're going to make is dressing.

And I'm pulling my hand out of your pocket, and putting it in the waistband of your pants, and slowly pulling them down over your ass. Oh, fuck. Mmm.

Bright blue silk panties. First of all, I'm surprised you're wearing any. Second of all, fuck.

What a holiday treat, to unwrap one present and find yet another. Mmm. Somehow, more enticing, tantalizing present underneath.

Oh, fuck. I think I'm just going to let you cook in these for a minute. I'll pull the pants off of your feet, and you can just skitter around the kitchen with that hoodie on, and those panties.

Mmm. We should cook every meal like this. We'll have stuffing, and dressing.

Mmm. It'll be the holidays every day in here, won't it? Alright, enough waiting.

The hoodie comes off now, too. Lift them up, is the direction you get, while I tug at the bottom of your hoodie, and your arms instinctively go above your head as I remove it from you. Revealing that, well, mmm.

Despite the panties' surprise, I am very pleased to see that you chose to wear this. Mmm. I think I'm just going to let you cook in these for a minute.

Mmm. I think I'm just going to let you cook in these for a minute. Mmm.

I am very pleased to see that you chose not to wear a bra this morning. Oh, fuck. Mmm.

Now that is exactly what I wanted to see. Oh, fuck. Still, I could watch this all day.

I could just sit here, and watch you prance around the kitchen, baking, and mixing, and cooking, and preparing everything for the folks who are coming later. Oh. But I want to be more involved.

I want to get involved in the kitchen. I want you to show me a thing or two. I want to run a few tests.

I want to see what exactly happens if you're stirring with that big bowl over there, and somebody comes up behind you and puts their hand on your waist and then slowly pushes their fingertips inward. Mmm. Fuck.

Pushing up all the material of your panties. Oh. Collecting it all up and letting it slide between my fingers.

Mmm. Oh, and the weight of feeling. Mmm.

Every part of you. I want to feel the warmth between your legs on my fingers while you're still trying to do whatever task it is. Fuck.

Mmm. I want to feel and hear the gasp and the momentary stop when I finally lift up the edge of your panties and slide my fingers right across your pussy. Pulling them back out.

Mmm. Giving your thigh quite a squeeze. Oh, that seems to have gotten somebody in a huff.

Did you want your little pussy played with while you cook? Do you want me to slide my fingers all over, around, inside you while you desperately try to keep up with whatever part of the process you're working on? Fine.

I'd love to. So I slide my fingers back under your panties, wrap one arm around your stomach and pull you close to me. Oh, that way you can still use your hands for now.

But my fingers are doing a bit of exploring and I'm holding you steady against me. Mmm. Seems our little dressing game has made you a little excited.

The tips of my fingers got soaked as soon as your lips spread open. Fuck. I'm surprised there wasn't a puddle on the floor.

Oh, but I shouldn't expect anything less. You've always got the wettest pussy. And it always seems to be ready for me.

Which is exactly what it's supposed to do. Take a second. Take a break from your stirring.

Close your eyes, lean your head back against me and just let me hold you. Let me rub your clit while we feel the heat of each other's bodies pressed against each other. Oh, fuck.

Before long, your hips start to push forward too. I like that. Give me something to push against.

Give me something to use these strong fingers against. To hold you in place. To rub you right back.

To run my fingers over every part of your body. Oh, fuck. I know you want to fuck them.

You'd like nothing more than for me to slide my fingers inside of you, right down your clit and between your lips and just pushing two of them up and grabbing you tight, pulling you close. That'll put a stop to any reckless bucking now, won't it? Very good.

Seems you forgot who was in charge for a second. When I want you to fuck my fingers, I'll tell you to. For now, this is my pussy and I'm going exploring.

I'm going to slide my fingers in you. I want to feel every last groove of you. I want to feel how wet it made you that my lips were right against your neck and I was pulling you so tightly against me.

I know you can smell my cologne. I know you like it. And I know that that's part of the reason why my fingers didn't even slow down when they got inside you.

No. It's like a slippery hallway. And they went all the way in.

Fuck. Oh, God. Just the feeling of your pussy pushing back against my fingers is enough to get my cock so fucking hard.

Oh, God. There's nothing quite like it. Feeling your velvety soft inside squeeze and wrap around me.

Oh, fuck. Tell me right where you want them. Do you want it deeper? Do you want it harder? Would it be better? Maybe.

If instead of using my other hand to hold you against me, I use that to rub your clit while my other hand has a couple of fingers in you. Fuck. I don't think you're getting much cooking done.

No. Well, since that's paused for now, why don't you come over here with me to the island? There you go.

You can lean right back against that. That's it. I'll let your weight fall onto my body.

I'll hold you up. Oh, fuck. With my hand still exploring you.

Mmm, yes. Oh, that's it. Attagirl.

You know it's much easier from this position to get my lips back onto your neck. Go ahead. This time I want you to tilt it back.

I want to put my lips against your jaw. I want my teeth to gently graze your shoulders and your collar. Oh, fuck.

You taste good. And you feel good. And you sound good.

Mmm, those little groans and the noises your wet pussy makes while my fingers still work vigorously at it. Oh, god. Oh, this is turning into quite the meal prep, huh? Oh, fuck.

And speaking of which, get up here. Sit. Yes, you.

Put your ass right there on the island. Good. Now lean back.

This is why we got a big kitchen. Settled in from the jump onto the island, you rest it back on your elbows, looking down at me as I eye your glistening pussy hungrily. Oh, fuck.

Mmm. Is my appetizer ready? Good.

Spread it for me. There we go. Oh, fuck.

Just getting close to your pussy. Mmm, it's intoxicating. I can feel you and smell you.

Mmm, god. And you're gorgeous. Oh, fuck.

I love the way you look, head to toe. Mmm. I can't get enough.

So for now I'll just try to get my fill. And something tells me we might both enjoy the feeling of my tongue all over you. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mm.

Ahh. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Ahh. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. Mmm. That's it.

Wrap your legs around my head. Come on. Pull me in.

You want this tongue inside you, don't you? Mmm. Mmm.

Mmm. This is the part where you can feel my tongue in you. Mmm.

And start thinking about my cock. Mmm. Because making the dressing has been going very well.

Mmm. Mmm. But it's the stuffing I'm really looking forward to.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, fuck. So with the last couple of legs, getting your pussy nice and warmed up for my cock, tasting just how turned on you are, how much whiter you got. Mmm.

How my beard and my mustache are now glistening just as brightly as your pussy is. Oh, fuck. Mmm.

Our mouths meet briefly. I want you to taste yourself. It's sweet, delicious.

I'd be rude to keep it all to myself, wouldn't I? Use your tongue. Good.

Mmm. Now how about that stuffing? You hop down from the counter, spin around, place your hands on it, and bend over just like you're supposed to.

Mmm. Fuck. Your ass is wiggling the same way it did when I came into the kitchen.

That enticing little maneuver that kicked all of this off. Oh, fuck. And I can resist it just as much now as I could then.

Not one fucking bit. Get these off me, I say, motioning to my clothes. And feverishly we're both tearing, trying to get my belt and my pants down, pulling my shirt over my head, and suddenly we're both standing in the kitchen naked.

Back to the counter. Take your eyes off of my cock. Nope.

No. I want you to feel it. There you go.

Turn your ass around. Spread for me. That's what I like to see.

Mmm. Fuck. And who got all that started? Oh, I did.

Yeah. Whose tongue was just buried in there? Mine? Yes, it was.

God, are you delicious. I think my cock wants a taste, too. What do you think? Yeah? Oh, your pussy wants to swallow him up? Good.

Oh, fuck. Just putting the tip of my cock against your pussy and sliding it up and down. Oh, it's enough to make most people cum, I'm sure.

But your pussy deserves a little better than that. Some longevity. Mmm.

This big cock in it. So very slowly, I grab each cheek of your ass and pull them apart, putting the tip of my cock right inside your pussy. Oh, fuck.

Oh, God. Mmm. Oh.

Oh, and each second, every inch of you. Mmm. Deeper and deeper.

It's like a new, wet, warm sensation all over my cock. Fuck. Your pussy.

God. Oh. Oh, it feels like the first time my cock has been in this.

Every single time. And by the time I get to the base and you turn around with those wide eyes to look at me, it feels like the first time. That first time we locked eyes across the room.

And we each knew. And now, after all that time, here we are. Having that same feeling once again with my cock pushing into you.

Oh, both resting for a second. Just taking in the feeling of each other. Mmm.

The filling and the squeezing. Oh, the warmth. The wet.

The pressure. Oh, fuck. Oh.

The desire for one of us to kick this off. And it seems you have decided to do so this time. Oh.

You start to move back and forth just a little bit, stroking me with you. I love it when you use your pussy to stroke me. Mmm.

And my cock just rests here. And I get to relish in the feeling of your tight, wet, grooved hole just sliding back and forth. Oh, fuck.

Oh, it's like you made a fist around my cock and are just pumping at it. God. Oh, fuck.

It's no wonder you end most days with my cum running down your leg. Oh, fuck. And a little faster.

Attagirl. Oh, stuffing yourself this year, it seems. Mmm.

Well, you shouldn't have to have all the fun by yourself. Oh, fuck. Here, let me help out a little bit.

Mmm, pushing back into you. Fuck. And now the pressure of both of us working each other up, pushing back against each other.

Oh, both wanting the same thing and working from opposite directions. Oh, oh, and it works out so fucking well for both of us. Oh, fuck yeah.

Mmm. Oh, oh, we're making stuffing this year. God, fuck yes.

Oh, fuck. Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, your pussy is so good. Mmm, mmm, oh, oh, oh, come here.

Now sit up on the counter. There you go. No, I don't want you bent over it.

I want you to sit there. I want to look into your eyes. I want to get a good handful of your hair.

I want to pull your head close to me, bury it into my neck while I'm driving my cock in between your legs. Spread wide with your feet placed on the counter. Oh, fuck.

Oh, yeah. Oh, there's no better place. Mmm, oh, it's the perfect height.

God, my hips line right up with your waiting, aching, wet fucking hole. Oh, and I can't get enough. Oh, fuck, pulling out just long enough to bend down, get three nice licks.

Mmm, oh, to bring back up to you for a taste test, I place my lips back against yours the same second I drive my cock all the way back into your pussy. Oh, and the noise that would have escaped your lips if mine weren't already pressed against them. Fuck, and that just drove me over the edge.

Mmm, fuck, my hands go down to your ass, pulling it close, holding it in place. Oh, fuck. Oh, oh, fuck, stuffing your little hole.

God, mmm, oh, I want you to come for me. Oh, oh, my cock is going to, oh, I'm going to flood you. Mmm, mmm, that's, that's right there, right there.

Keep it still for me. Oh, fuck. Oh, oh, oh, fuck.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck. Oh, oh, fuck. Oh, God, your pussy sounds so good.

No, go ahead, make a mess. Mmm, fuck, I want it all. I'll clean all that up while you finish cooking.

You just let out everything your pussy wants to. Oh, fuck, come here, give it to me. Oh, God.

Oh, fuck. Oh, oh, getting a good handful of your tits pulling your nipples towards me. Mmm, mmm.

Oh, as your eyes roll back. Fuck, yes. Oh, God.

Oh, and I'm still working away at your hole. Oh, oh, oh, fuck. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm.

Oh, oh, fuck, I'm going to come. That's it, that's it, that's it, right there. Oh, God, there's nothing I'd love to be doing right now more than banging you on this fucking counter.

Oh, yes. Oh, God, and you're going to take every bit of that load you worked for. Yeah, yeah, that's it.

Nod for me. Oh, that's what I like. Mmm, mmm, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck.

Oh, there's already a little puddle under you. Oh, fuck, that's what I like to see. Oh, now come again for me while I fill you up.

Come on, right there, right there, right there, right there. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck.

Oh, yes. Oh, oh, oh, oh, mmm, oh, come here. Come here.

Let me hold you close. That's it. That's it.

I've got you. I've got you. Oh, don't worry.

I'll get all this cleaned up. Oh, fuck. Oh, breathe with me.

Come on in, and out. In, in, and out. You did such a good job.

We did such a good job together. In, and out. Now we've got plenty of time to finish preparing all of this.

I'll get started cleaning. Oh, so what do you say? Do we make dressing? Do we make stuffing? Or something entirely new? The hell of a holiday memory, perhaps.

Mmm. Mmm. Mmm.