MAKING LOVERS GRAVY 101

Making Lover’s Gravy 101

By Sheb Schebella

It was in the evening when he walked in his home to notice that all the lights were out. “Are you here Tiger Lily?” he shouted out. “Yes my darling man here is where I am. All the power in the village is out.” As he walked into the kitchen he could see she had set up candle light upon the dinning table. He finally noticed her standing by the table holding a plate of mash potatoes. She was dressed in a black half top, and a satin dark orange wrapped scarf skirt. There she stood before him beautifully glowing in her ivory skin. As he looked into her eyes he noticed they appeared a little distraught. “What troubles my Tiger Lilly on this eve?” he softly spoke. She whispered back “It’s the power darling, it went out and rendered my meal incomplete. There for I have no way of making gravy for the mashed potatoes or the meat.” And there she stood before him with her head slightly tipped, smirking at him as she peered up through her brow. He stepped toward his Tiger Lilly taking the mashed potatoes from her and setting them on the table. And into his arms she walked. There with out much hesitation they shared there ritualistic evening kiss. And then she spoke to here darling man once more and said “I feel dreadful we have no gravy here.” With out a word he stripped her skirt while he watched in candle light her eyes grow wide and the cores grow dark and deep. And with one sweeping motion he snatched away her string panties and tossed them. She was shocked into a smile, her eyes transfixed at her panties on the floor. With a skating motion he grabbed her hips and lifted Tiger Lilly to the air, and twirled her gently round, and while doing so he could smell her green apple scent. And then with some casual force he smashed her ass down on to the mashed potatoes plate. The table shook and potatoes splayed in all direction. He stood there smiling in laughter as he pulled his shirt off and he could feel her unfasten his pants. “My naughty boy you are to night, starting this little food fight.” She said as she grabbed a fist full of cock. He stepped in to her as she guided him in. Then Tiger Lilly whispered.” Yes that’s it darling, grace is over, please let’s begin.” Tiger Lilly pulled off her tank top so he could see her breast, petite and firm they were the kind her darling prefers. She had the type of stiff nipples one could hang a London Fog on. She lent back arching while placing her one hand in the apple sauce, and the other in a bowl of syrup covered mixed bananas and strawberries. “Yes the head Chef is in the house, stir it up my darling man.” He grabbed her by the hips as she bent her knees far back, and his cock began to twist like a whisk into her tiny mixing bowl. He could feel the heat of the mashed potatoes baking off his balls as they plowed through them. Looking down at her woo he said “That’s it my Tiger Lilly, get that gravy good and thick.” Tiger Lilly pulled a hand full of mixed fruit from the serving bowl, and with open palm crammed it into her lover’s mouth. And as the syrup from the fruit dripped off his chin on to his chest she smeared it on to him tweaking his nipples as if she was turning up the speed dial of her mixer. While she looked up at his glazed face she said “Let me help mix it up, we can do it together my little Chef.” She pulled her hand forward cupping a palm full of apple sauce and slung it on her clit. Quickly she raised her hand and with three fingers she entered her darling man’s mouth “Here suck my fingers baby boy, lick, taste my apple sauce.” Once he had got his fill of apple sauce she lowered her hand back down to help mix up the gravy. “Yes that’s it Tiger Lilly mix it up, whip up that clit.”
Her darling man reached forward cupping and tweaking both breast, and she moaned delightfully as he caressed.
She began to buck and twist, shaking her tiny mixing bowl all around his whisk. “That’s it baby boy yes, that’s it the gravy is done here, here, here ooh here it comes!” And as her gravy boiled she poured it out of her tiny mixing bowl onto his mash potatoes. Her tiny mixing bowl shook and shuttered in her trembling hand as she made sure every drop of gravy was out.
Tiger Lilly lent forward and said “Let me have your gravy to my darling man, let me lick it from the whisk.” He pulled his whisk from out of her tiny mixing bowl, and cupped the back of her neck gently and fed his gravy into her mouth. He sighed and bucked as she slurped it from his mixing tool. He gazed hypnotic at her as he watched some of his gravy run from her mouth. She released his mixing tool and grabbed his pointing finger with both her hands, and scooped his gravy from her chin. Then she placed his finger in to her mouth sucking the gravy back in again. And with a light sigh she replied “Ooh my darling man your gravy is so divine. Please, please know sit and try mine. Eat your mash potatoes before they get cold, and lick my tiny mixing bowl clean. Eat for me now my darling man. Have all of me for I have had my fill. I only want to watch you dine on mine by this candle light.” He bowed his head with contentment to eat for now they had their gravy, the meal was complete.