- >>9125409
- >You walked up behind the counter, late at night, to find Donut Joe shoving his own pastries onto his stallionhood.
- >At first you were taken aback at this, but then you realized, you never had tried food play, and you wanted that dick.
- "Hey Joe..." you whisper.
- >Joe jumps up, startled by your intrusion into his personal time.
- >"What in Tartuarus, Anon!?"
- "I'm sorry I'm sorry... I was looking for you to tell you something, and I found you like this..."
- >S'not your fault, he's the one sitting behind his own counter, in public.
- >You and Joe are silently staring at each other, motionless, until a donut falls off his now shrinking stallion hood.
- >You walk over to Joe, and lay him on his back.
- >"W-what are you doin' Anon?"
- "Fixing the situation." is all you manage to come up with.
- >You take some donuts from the box Joe has next to him.
- >"I didn't know you went this way Anon."
- >You ignore him, as you take the donuts and slide them onto his dick.
- >Joe quivers each time you slide one on.
- >You kept sliding donuts onto his manmeat, till only the head of his dick remained.
- >You got to your knees, eye level with Joe's dick.
- >Joe was squirming, he was far past ready for what you had planned.
- "Hey Joe, think I can deep throat this?"
- >Joe bucks upward at you, signaling you to stop teasing him.
- >You run your tongue from the base of his dick, over each doughnut, all the way to his head.
- >You keep doing so until your saliva has coated the entirety of both the donuts, and his dick.
- >Each time you reach the tip, pre leaks out onto the donuts.
- >You eagerly lick it off them, taking a little bit of icing as well.
- >You savor each lick, enjoying the salty sweet combo.
- >You decide to take things up a notch.
- >You take a bite out of the highest doughnut, Joe's pre leaks into the cavity left by your teeth.
- >You quickly lick it up quickly, not letting a drop go to waste.
- >You pull the top most doughnut off, revealing more of Joe's pink and black mottled shaft.
- >He's leaking like a faucet now, it's almost too much for you to lick up.
- >Almost.
- >You finally take the head of his shaft in your mouth.
- >You swirl your tongue around in circles, occasionally flicking it over the very tip.
- >Joe's been reduced to a quivering mess, only muttering something like, "D-don't stop Anon..." Every few minutes.